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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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HONEYMOON OF A LIFETIME.

summary: when MJ gets sick the day after her wedding, a non-refundable, all expenses paid honeymoon to a lodge up in the mountains waits for her. but she gets sick, and asks you and your biggest enemy to take her and Harry's place.

pairing: enemies to lovers! fake dating! peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!! a bit angsty, fluffy, mentions of heights, mentions of cheating! i also did not proofread so sorry for that.

word count: 12.1k (2.8k of smut) you can tell i got carried away....

authors note: HEAVILY inspired by the Unhoneymooners!! THIS CAN be read as a generic Peter Parker fic, use ur imagination! I wrote this with Tom in my head but you can read it for Andrew or Tobey! There's a short flashback to the trip to Europe in FFH, but there's no mentions of villains or anything, so it literally can just be taken as a class trip (Gwen, Ned, Felicia, Betty, MJ, Mary Jane, Harry Osborn etc. are all in this) There's TWO mentions of web-shooters, but that's about all <3

MJ and Harry were getting married, this was a big deal. Way bigger than any of the plans that you had come up with for the past few months. You had spent day on top of day helping MJ and Harry plan their honeymoon, plan everything for their wedding. Harry was loaded and upon that, MJ felt like she needed to do something special for him that didn’t involve taking his money. She always felt like she had to make up for the things he’d buy her, even though she deserved them all.

So, when MJ had asked you to help her win a contest that consisted of an amazing, in the mountains, all expenses paid (undefendable) holiday resort, that just happened to fall a day after their wedding, you obviously agreed to help her. The two of you had won after hard months of signing paperwork, calling places, buying burner phones to help you get a better chance at this holiday. You won.

Everything was already handled, all they had to do was simply show up.

Harry was ecstatic that she went out of her way to do all this for him. But what they weren’t ecstatic about was what happened when the wedding ensued.

You heard a knock on the bridal suite’s door, opening it to find Peter Parker. The boy you had known for too long, the boy you hated and the boy who hated you. It simply was to put that you just didn’t like each other – or maybe it was the fact that the whole of High School and the whole of college the two of you were simply trying to fight for the top spot, and now you both had to share the spotlight at your two best friend’s wedding. You were too similar, never using that to get along, but it was some stupid competition that had never and probably would never die out.

You rolled your eyes as you met his, “What can I do for you, Parker?”

His eyes cascaded over you – usually, he would expect for you to be wearing something hideous, like most bridesmaid dresses were. But MJ was different, she had picked out simply the most beautiful thing Peter had ever seen on you, and he was taken aback for a moment. A stain dress in the colour of coral red sat on your skin, the V-line cutting way too deep that it almost reach your stomach, your shoes were white, and your hair wasn’t done yet, but he could tell everything just worked on you. You were the maid of honour and had he have not seen MJ yet; he probably would’ve thought you were the most beautiful person at the wedding.

But Peter didn’t know what he was thinking, so he shook himself out of his daze, meeting your eyes after almost a second, “Harry just wanted to me to see if MJ was alright,”

“He could’ve texted me.”

“Right, but he wanted me to see for myself,”

It bothered you a little that Harry didn’t trust you to tell Peter the truth – but he was slightly right, Peter would’ve texted you and you would’ve told him to fuck off. Harry had his reasons, you suppose.

You opened the door wider, reluctantly letting Peter inside, “Whatever,”

MJ smiles as Peter walks into the room, “Hey, Pete! What’s up?” Her face immediately turns to worry, “Is something wrong with Harry? Did he run away? Ohmygod, he probably ran away.”

Peter’s eyes widen, “Nonononono! Everything is fine, Harry just wanted me to see if you were okay.”

MJ lets go of her breath, “Oh! Well, I’m fine. Is he okay?”

“Great,” Peter confirms, “Well, that’s all, I’ll see you guys at the ceremony then.”

You watch Peter leave as Betty perks up, “At least Harry didn’t leave you.”

Gwen and Felicia both let out a gasp, “Betty!!”

“What?” She lifts her hands up in surrender, you and MJ locking eyes and laughing at your friends.

Thankfully, the ceremony goes smoothly and you’re currently watching MJ and Harry dance in the middle of the dance floor. You honestly couldn’t be prouder of your best friend. The dance was soon over and now it was time for you and Peter to give your speeches. You locked eyes with him as you stood where the microphone was, the gaze speaking volumes.

My speech is much better than yours.

You wish it was.

You cleared your throat as you felt all eyes on you – a pro at public speaking you had quickly become over your academic years, speech memorised, you knew you would ace this.

“When I had first met the bride and the groom, I thought oh god, what have I gotten myself into. I thought that twice in the same year,” You chuckle, “When I met MJ, I always knew she was destined for great things. For love. She deserved it and I knew that. But I’m not quite sure she did.”

You paused for a moment, meeting her soft smile. She was happy today. Her hair in a braid and veil over her head, the white dress she’d spoken down on oh so long ago graced her skin.

You laughed in familiar memory, “When MJ and I first talked about getting married – Which we both thought would happen to me first.” The guests laugh with you, “MJ had told me she wanted a black dress. I asked her why and she told me that it would match her soul. But today she’s wearing white. Today I see that her soul has been made brighter, made lighter. Her eyes sparkle with love every time she sees Harry. It was four years ago that MJ let herself fall in love. Regardless of Harry’s obvious pining over the past… eight years?” You question yourself, which gains another laugh, “But you got the girl, Harry, and you got the love you deserve, MJ, the love you both deserve. Congratulations.”

You wrap up your speech, feeling pride bubble up in your stomach, Peter’s eyes meeting yours and you could sense the feeling that he knew he was fucked. But you were wrong, the ‘fucked look’ Peter had on his face quickly turned into a mist of mischievous. You were fucked.

“I have never loved anyone.” Peter speaks, “Well, I have but not truely, I’ve had crushes, girlfriends. But I started to lose hope. I started to feel myself get lost. When I met Harry, we instantly clicked, and, no, this is not me professing my love for him.”

A laugh from the audience – even a slight snicker from you.

“I introduced him to our friends. I introduced him to MJ, and when Michelle walked away from us after making some sarcastic comment about death and destruction in our society, Harry turned to me and said, ‘I’m going to marry that girl,’… Maybe that’s when my hope in love restored. I watched Harry pine over someone for at least four years of his life. Continuing on, never having eyes for anyone else but MJ. He never pressured himself on her. He never asked her out – and, although, he claims he made the first move… I’m not one hundred percent sure that’s actually true.”

Peter sighs, turning to face both Harry and MJ. Tears in their eyes… something that you hadn’t done… It didn’t matter about winning and losing anymore, though, you were just happy they were happy and besides, Peter would not let you forget that he made them cry and you didn’t.

“Thank you… Thank you for restoring hope in love, if not just for me… for everyone here.” Peter lifts his flute of champagne, “Congratulations.”

Everyone claps for Peter, and you can almost feel tears welling in your eyes too. The speech had moved you, to say the least… God, you hated to admit that.

Peter’s eyes glanced over you and all he could do was smirk.

You rolled your eyes, turning your attention to the meal on your plate.

The next morning you were getting text after text, your phone essentially waking you up if not for your alarm going off two minutes after you could barely open your eyes. You opened your eyes to see twenty-five missed calls from MJ and fifty missed calls and over one hundred texts from Harry. You sat up, your hair a mess and wearing an oversized t-shirt you got from Italy on that school trip. Peter had actually bought it for you. You couldn’t remember why, but it stuck with you.

Immediately, you got out of bed and hurried up to Harry and MJ’s room in the elevator. You furiously knocked on the door wondering what had happened… if they were dead. Your knuckles were getting red and swollen from how hard you were pounding on the door. You went to hit the door again but met with Peter’s face.

“God, why the fuck are you here?” You question Peter as you barge into the room, finding Harry pacing back and forth in the middle of their penthouse, “Where’s MJ?” You questioned her, now husband.

“Throwing up in the toilet.” Harry spoke, “She’s got fucking food poising, the chef fucked up her steak last night and now she’s going to be here for about five days.”

“But what about your honeymoon?” Peter questions, “Didn’t MJ work her ass off to get that holiday for the two of you?”

MJ walks into the room, trash can in hand.

“Babe, what are you doing away from the bathroom?” Harry asks running over to her side again.

“I need to talk about the honeymoon… okay, I just, take it guys. You both need time off. The Bugle has you doing numbers, y/n. They have been for three years, let yourself relax, you have like ten thousand holiday days.”

“No, I can’t-” You’re interrupted.

“Yes. You can.” She groans, clutching her stomach, “…and Peter, you go too. You’re fucking Spider-Man, if that isn’t a cry for a time away, I don’t know what is.”

“But New York-” He’s interrupted.

“New York will last five days.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Regardless of whatever this is, MJ, I am not, going on a holiday to a resort in the mountains alone with Penis Parker.”

The nickname had to sting – You knew it did by the way Peter looked at you afterwards.

“God, you are such a bitch!” He groans, “All you do is fucking take the piss out of me, if you don’t want to go, then I’ll go on my fucking own.”

“Way to be a good role model for the children of New York.”

“At least I am a role model. You work for someone, and you are someone that only has shit falling out of her mouth.”

The irony of MJ’s vomiting interrupting Peter’s last comment made you chuckle slightly, but also rest a hand on your best friends shoulder as Harry looks at the two of you with an apology in his eyes. Even though there’s nothing to apologise for.

MJ groans, “Please, just do this. Y/n, you worked your ass off to ensure I got this, and if you don’t go that means all those months were put into nothing. I can’t have that happen. Harry and I can always pay to go back, but I know if I don’t ask you to do this now, you will never let yourself go on a holiday. You will never treat yourself.”

You feel guilty and you know she’s right. You’d probably never let yourself go. You never did. Even when you guys would go out partying, Jameson would always call you and order you around to do things for him and you had to comply otherwise you would get fired from the only job that actually paid you. You weren’t as lucky to get a job at Oscorp like Peter had, even if Norman knew you both, he took Peter based on the results of his application. You couldn’t fault Norman for being fair… your project just wasn’t as good as Peter’s, and you had to face that. So, no, you would never let yourself relax. Not as long as you worked for Jameson. A job that could disappear from under your feet in seconds.

She turns back to Peter, “How many times have you come to my window all beat up, begging for Harry and I to patch you up? How many times have you wished for a normal life, Peter? Remember the trip to Europe? You were constantly telling Ned how you just wanted to live. Without the responsibility of being Spider-Man? Well, guess what Peter, that’s never going to happen, and you know that, but, dude,” She coughs, “Take the five days to at least try to live that life. You might both hate each other, but you’re missing the point where it’s a resort, up in a mountain with skiing and skiing and hot cocoa all just five minutes away from you. You don’t have to spend any time together.”

Harry holds her hair up as she throws up her food once more, patting his wife’s back he looks at both of you, “C’mon guys, it’ll be good for you both – we all know that. There’s no point in lying to yourselves.”

“Okay, sure, but doesn’t Peter have a girlfriend he can take? What happened to that Mary Jane girl?” You query as Peter’s eyes meet yours, his jaw clenched.

“She broke up with me.”

“That is rough,” Your sarcastic tone wasn’t hidden. You didn’t feel sorry for the guy.

He lets out a dry chuckle, “What about you and Eddie Brock?”

Your gaze snaps, “Fuck you, Peter.” He knew that Eddie had cheated on you, everyone knew that Eddie cheated on you. That was before he skipped town to San Francisco, you hadn’t seen him since.

He chuckles, “You wish.”

You make a gagging noise, and it makes MJ throw up, you cover your mouth, “I’m so sorry,”

When she’s done, she just lets out a small laugh, before groaning again, “You two are going, end of discussion. You both need it… please.” She looks up at you with pleading eyes, “This is the least you could do.”

You and Peter exchange a glance, “…Fine.” You speak in chorus.

“When’s the flight leave?” Peter questions.

Harry looks at his phone and then the two of you, “Tomorrow at ten,”

“Great…” You mutter, turning and leaving the room.

Somehow you and Peter had come to an agreement that he’d pick you up from your apartment the next day and drive you both to the airport. You weren’t complaining though because it would mean you wouldn’t have to keep your car at the airport for extra cost. You were okay with that. What you weren’t okay with was having to share a room with Peter, a car, sit next to him on the plane. Spend a whole five days with him but you were trying to look on the bright side… you’d already spent eight years knowing him, what’s five more days?

You heard a knock on your door, slipping on your backpack and dragging your suitcase to the door, opening it, to find Peter standing there. It was cold in New York, of course it was, it was winter… You had no doubt it would be colder up in the mountains. You and Peter were both wearing coats, but he looked pristine; clean and his hair was styled to fit that, but you knew that his natural curls would come out later, they always had.

You and Peter were trying to make the best of a bad situation. What had occurred to you both, was that there really wasn’t a reason for competition on this trip. So ultimately, there wouldn’t really be any arguments… right? So, you were trying to be nice to Peter. But the two of you couldn’t even do that.

“Ready to go?” Peter asks.

“Stating the obvious?” You quirk an eyebrow, etching your head to your suitcase, “Let’s just leave. You drive like a grandma.”

“I do not drive like a grandma.” Peter says offended as he follows you into the elevator, pressing the button to the ground floor.

“Yes,” You let out a dry laugh, “You do… you’re slow and always so cautious.”

“That says more about you than it does about me.” Peter’s eyes meet yours with a smirk playing on his lips.

You shake your head as the elevator doors open. Dragging your bags to Peter’s car which is parked on the side of the road. He pops the trunk, and you slide your suitcase next to his and when you see it, you can’t help but laugh.

“You do not have a suitcase with spider-webs on it.”

“What about it?” Peter asks getting into his seat, starting the heat so that the car would be warm for the both of you – he didn’t hate you that much, and technically speaking, he would also be affected.

“You bought your own merch!” You say between laughs, snorting.

“Technically, it’s not. It’s just spider-webs.”

“Whatever, Insect.”

Peter rolls his eyes at the nickname, watching you as you settle into your seat, peeling off your jacket to reveal your navy Henley, which you had paired with a pair of jeans. He thought you looked pretty. Just like he had at the wedding. But he shook all thoughts out of his head. You were you and he wasn’t supposed like you… not anymore.

Peter peeled off his own coat. You watched as the familiar blue shirt appeared, “You still have that?” You questioned the spider.

He smiles hesitant, “Yeah, it was still good, still fits, so I didn’t wanna get rid of it, y’know?”

“…Oh. Yeah. I get that.” You say and face the window of the car as Peter starts to drive.

Peter watched you take pictures with MJ and Ned, he was going to approach but it wasn’t long before Ned walked away with Betty and Brad gave you a sweet smile, offering to take a picture of the two of you. Pigeons starting to fly on MJ’s arms. Harry laughed at his crush, but Peter just watched from afar.

You could only smile at Brad. You were possibly one of the nicest people Peter had known, but, you and Peter had this rival thing, and you weren’t so nice to him, so he had to bite back. He wanted to tell you that, he wanted to tell you that he had a crush on you. But that was impossible. He couldn’t do that. You’d think he was crazy.

The only people that knew about Peter’s crush on you was Aunt May Peter had opened up about his crush on you to her. She thought it was sweet but hated how you disliked her sweet boy.

Peter watched as Eddie walked up to you, MJ and Harry going over to a stand to get some gelato, Peter thought it was great he was trying to get closer to MJ. Flash and Ned arguing over something Peter couldn’t hear, Gwen and Betty snickering at the way Mr. Harrington dropped his camera into the ocean and yet his focus was all on you and Eddie. Eddie talking you up.

“What do you think of this photo? Should I post it?” You questioned the boy in the leather jacket.

He smiled, giving you a charming glance, “I think you look beautiful.”

You bite your lip, “Thanks, Eddie.”

Peter could feel something brewing in his stomach, gripping the present he had bought you in his hand – knowing it was no use to try and get closer to you. Try to tell you what he felt. You clearly liked Eddie and Eddie liked you. Peter would come nowhere close in comparison. Peter wasn’t the guy you liked – Peter was the guy you hated… and he knew that would never change.

Ned and Harry came up beside Peter, “What’cha doin’?” Ned questions.

Peter slides the gift box back into his pocket, “Nothing…” A glance back to you and then back at his friends, “… Just deciding if I want gelato or if I should take the MJ route and have a cup of espresso.”

You watched Peter and his friends walk up to the gelato stand. You were in a good mood, so you figured you’d join them. Talk to them. You were only trying to be nice. When you finally caught up, you noticed the flannel Peter was wearing looked very fit on him, snug. He filled it out well. At this point you had no idea he was Spider-Man. Maybe if you had, the muscles would make more sense… but that was later on in the trip, and you were only at the beginning.

“Shirt looks good, Parker.” You smiled, turning to the vendor, “Mango, please?”

Peter had decided then and there that he was never getting rid of that shirt… He also decided that Mango was now his favourite flavour of gelato.

The memory had stuck with you and Peter. You weren’t sure if he remembered it, but you definitely did. It was one of the nicer exchanges you and Peter have had over the many years you’d known each other. You don’t know why, but it was something you thought about often. Like, every time you saw him your mind would immediately think about that memory. It was strange… and the blue shirt, god, it brought it all back.

You didn’t know how you felt about Peter during the trip to Europe. You were talking to Eddie. You had feelings for Eddie. You had ended up with Eddie for the rest of high school, and two years into college before finding out he was cheating on you almost half the time you were together. It broke you… honestly, it did. You always wondered what could’ve been if you set your hatred aside and changed things on that trip, confessed to yourself that you had a slight crush on Peter.

The whole reason you had ended up with Peter on that bridge in Prague was because he wanted to talk and instead of telling you about his crush, or his need to stop the feud… he confessed he was Spider-Man, you asked him why he would tell you something like that. He told you everyone in your friend group knew from Gwen to Ned. You were slightly offended that everyone knew before you – You were the girl Peter disliked the most in the whole group. Part of you was hurt by that. Part of you understood.

You still thought about that night on the bridge, what would’ve happened if you had just listened to your gut and kissed Peter. But you didn’t feel that way about him anymore. You didn’t think so, anyway. Regardless, he definitely did not feel the same.

The car ride to the airport wasn’t as long as you had expected it to be. Peter played the radio the whole time and you could hear him laughing quietly at some of the segments, specifically, the one where people would call in and do the quizzes to win a cash prize. You wanted to suggest Peter call, since he was muttering all the right answers to the questions, but you could assume he’d already tried that before… and even if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t listen to you anyway.

“We’re here.” Peter spoke as you pulled into the parking spot Peter would be paying for over the next five days.

“Stating the obvious once again.”

“Get out of the car, y/n.” He speaks deadpanned.

“Gladly.” You give a sweet smile, before dropping it and opening the door.

The two of you were only at the domestic airport, so there wasn’t really much to do. You had gone through baggage check, ID check, all of that and now the two of you were munching on McDonalds that you had offered to pay for. You played with the ring on the middle finger of your left hand. Peter was on his phone. He had finished his meal rather quickly. He looked up at you, he could sense you were staring at him. You didn’t know you were.

“What?” He questions you, putting his phone down flat on the table.

You snicker, taking a bite of your McChicken, “You just ate that really fast, like, super fast… have you ever considered entering a hotdog eating contest or something?” You sounded so stupid. But you didn't notice that until after you had spoken.

“One: no. Two: they’re a waste of food. There are people starving on the streets and then there are people who eat them just for other people’s entertainment.” Peter stole a fry from your box.

You pursed your bottom lip, “Huh,” You shrug, Peter goes for another fry, but you slap his hand away, “If you’re really that hungry, go grab yourself another meal.”

Peter rolls his eyes, “Fine, I’ll be back in a sec.”

“You won’t be missed.” You wave.

The next few moments were kind of a blur to you. It felt like you blacked out if you were being honest, because the moment you met eyes with Eddie from across the airport and the red headed girl standing next to him, he smiled. He had the audacity to smile at you. He wasn’t with the girl he had cheated on you with… Good to know that was over, but he was with a familiar face. Eddie and his girlfriend also had the audacity to walk over to you. Noticing what he was doing, you decided you were going to be the bigger person, smile, and be nice. Even though you had every right not to be, it was four years ago.

Once you had got a good look at the girl with him… your jaw almost dropped. He was now with Mary Jane Watson. You could not contain your shock, wide eyes as they approached you with a sight you never thought you would see.

“Ohmygod!” You smiled, “Hi, Eddie. Hi, Mary Jane.”

“Oh, it’s just MJ,” She corrects. You’d like to roll your eyes, for your MJ. But you know she would rather you didn’t.

“…Right.” You smile so hard your jaw hurts, “So what brings the two of you here?”

“Well, we’re headed to Vermont… Beautiful lodge there. We’re excited to go skiing and such.”

Your jaw almost dropped again, Vermont as in the same Vermont you were going to, “Which lodge?” You questioned, praying, it wasn’t the same one that you were going to.

“Stowe.” He smiles, Mary Jane’s hand gripping to his.

The awkwardly loud laugh that didn’t sound like a laugh at all just slipped out, and so did the next words that came out of your mouth, “Well, my fiancé and I are headed there too funnily enough.”

“Is he around?” Eddie asks his eyes scanning the area.

All in a short moment Peter comes back and you know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into, “Baby! You’re back!” You cheer.

Peter looks shocked for a moment, but when his eyes land on both Mary Jane and Eddie who both cannot contain their shock, whilst your back is turned to them, you quickly slip the cheap ring that you were toying with earlier onto your ring finger. It didn’t look like an engagement ring... Not at all. But if they asked, you’d just say the two of you were waiting to pick together. Peter met your eyes, and you give him a panicked look, and he immediately understood what was happening.

Peter’s arm slips around your waist, “Hi,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. You want to jump away from him, as if his touch was fire, but you had to suck it up.

“Hi.” You try to smile genuine, and you kinda do, feeling Peter’s warm eyes on you with a smile on his face was new, “I was just telling Eddie and Mary Jane here about how we’re going up to the lodge to celebrate our engagement! Turns our they’re going to the same place as us.”

You want to cry.

“Wow.” Peter says in shock, “It’s good to see you both,”

The look on both their faces does not disappoint. The last time they saw you and Peter, you were constantly at each other’s throats and now it appeared as though you were not. When the dynamic between you hadn’t changed at all.

What you also didn’t know was how long-ago Mary Jane and Peter had broken up. You could assume about a year and a half ago, maybe a year, but you weren’t so sure. All you knew is that you had to make this even more convincing.

“Well, we should catch up while we’re at the lodge…” Eddie speaks whilst him and Mary Jane exchange a look, clearly interested in the story of how you and Peter ‘ended up’ together.

“Sure will!” Peter speaks, poison in his voice.

The couple walks away and once out of earshot Peter shoots you a look, “What the fuck was that y/n.”

You bury your face in your hands, “I have no clue, Peter! I panicked! It’s not every day you see your ex and your ex together going to the same place as you.”

Peter sighs, “Yeah, I know… but now we have to pretend we’re dating each other.”

The plane was also unpleasant but who was surprised? It was an hour and a half squished next to Peter. You sighed as you got comfortable in your seat, you had the isle and Peter had the window, some random guy had the window – you felt bad for him because if he needed to go to the bathroom, he couldn’t just stick to the roof like Peter… but then again, it was an hour and a half… so, not that long.

There was only one way this trip could get worse, you cursed every god there was, you cursed every relative that came before you. You were petrified and when Peter saw who was in the aisle seat next to you, Peter grabbed your hand.

Mary Jane laughs, “Funny seeing you guys!” She takes her seat next to Eddie.

Eddie waves awkwardly, clearly not anymore impressed by this by you.

You turn back to Peter, your hand still gripping his. His veins were popping, due to the shortness of the flight there was nothing for you and Peter to do to avoid Eddie and Mary Jane in full. There was no TV so you couldn’t indulge in a movie and by the time the flight had begun to take off, you realised you had left your book in your bag above, unbothered to grab it.

You smiled at Peter, “So…”

“So…”

You and Peter had never actively sought out a conversation, every spit usually came naturally. The two of you probably would’ve already been throwing insults at each other if it wasn’t for Eddie and Mary Jane sitting in the seats next to you.

“The shirt is nice.” You commented. Slapping yourself for mentioning it again.

He chuckles noticing your regret, “We haven’t really talked in a while, have we?” Peter questions.

You take a step and move back in your seat, placing your head on Peter’s shoulder, your hands still connected. If Eddie and Mary Jane didn’t believe this, you were shocked, because for a second you did.

Peter freezes under the sudden contact, he was so close to you it kinda scared him. He felt the weight of your head get heavier as then he noticed your eyes then closed. You had fallen asleep. Peter took the next step and slipped his head over yours. Your hands still gripped together as you both napped for an hour and a half.

The plane landed and it jolted you and Peter awake, Eddie and Mary Jane were obnoxiously loud and when it came to picking up baggage. You could visibly roll your eyes – but you could feel theirs on you and you didn’t want to seem rude. First time in forever.

You and Peter find your rental car, getting through baggage claim quickly just fast enough to escape Eddie and Mary Jane. When you and Peter finally got in the car, you both let out a breath of relief. They hadn’t talked to the two of you, but they were impossible to ignore and avoid. It made your skin crawl.

“Fuck…That.” You speak aloud for the two of you.

“Yeah…” Peter lets out a large breath, seemingly, the two of you had been unaware of holding one.

Peter started to drive, “They were so fucking loud.”

You groan, “Tell me about it! How can two people make that much noise and kiss so much.”

He lets out a loud laugh, “They looked like animals, honestly.”

You chuckle, forgetting what the dynamic was before you. The two of you were actually like friends. It was nice and it was familiar, at the beginning, you and Peter were close. But that was before you let academics get the best of you both. It sucked. Peter was quickly made your rival – your enemy, and both of you being competitive helped nothing at all. It was draining for the both of you. On top of decathlon, on top of chemistry, bio and physics, on top of doing the same major at school, both of you with a minor in journalism. It sucked. Constantly putting yourself against him. Sometimes, you wonder if you could’ve just put it aside for a moment, maybe worked together, the two of you would actually be friends rather than frenemies???

The laughing died out for a short moment before Peter got serious, “Sucks that they have each other, though.”

You stare out the window, “Tell me about it…” You trail off, “When did Mary Jane break up with you?” It was a daring question and maybe you shouldn’t have asked, but it felt right to ask in the moment. It felt like something you should talk about.

Peter’s breath is pressed from his cheeks, “Year and a half ago,” You were right, “Nothing really happened though.” He shrugged.

It affected him more than he let off and you knew that. Peter wasn’t being subtle, but he wasn’t, and you weren’t going to press on it anymore. The two of you weren’t that close.

“HOLY FUCK THERE’S A HOTTUB!” You almost scream, probably way too excited, through the room, Peter runs out to meet you, his hand running over the edges of the machine.

“I will be taking full advantage of this.” Peter mutters under his breath as you watch him walk back into the room.

It was a pretty standard honeymoon room. There was a heart made of roses on the bed – something you thought only existed in the movies, flutes of champagne sprinkled around the room as if this was a totally normal occurrence and a tray with wine and pamphlets that showed a couple activities the two of you could do in the snowy mountains. There was a couch and a TV, and you were sure one of them would be sleeping on the couch… and that someone wouldn’t be you.

“I’m taking the bed,” Peter smiles as he jumps onto it, a large smile on his face.

Your face contorts in anger, “So chivalry is really dead.”

He laughs, “Don’t be so mad, you’re not a spider, you don’t fight crime every night and I’m sure the same kind of back pain you’re in, doesn’t even come close to mine.”

You hadn’t noticed it, but Peter got close to you, the two of you now staring each other down and Peter’s toying smirk on his face – something you didn’t miss, not at all. You could feel his breath on your face, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away.

You scoff, unable to come up with something to defend yourself, clearly flustered by what Peter had done, “Fine. I’ll take the couch tonight. But we have four nights here, Penis, so you best believe that I’ll be sleeping there tomorrow night.” You grab a pamphlet for a manicure and pedicure that took place on the second floor of the Lodge, “Now, if you don’t mind, I will be going to get pampered,”

“Won’t be missing you.”

“As if I will.”

Your mani-pedi went by way too quickly. Your toenails were now a soft pink colour, and your fingernails were now the same. You had settled for something natural. Deciding that you didn’t really want them to stick out. The Lodge was warm, so you were walking around in the salons robe that they had provided you with and a pair of slippers they had slipped on your feet to make sure that your toenails dry.

You bumped into Eddie and Mary Jane, it felt like the hundredth time today and you wanted to scream. It was five thirty in the afternoon, god forbid, if you could catch a break.

Mary Jane and Eddie smiled, wearing the same robe and slippers, but they had clearly just come from the massage portion of the lodge. You thought about getting one, but you were trying to drag all the free stuff over the five days.

“Funny seeing you here!” Mary Jane smiles, and you match her sweet. The ‘engagement’ ring around your finger, “I’ve been meaning to ask but can I see your ring?”

You could’ve let yourself fall into anger, who the fuck asks something like that? You only make your smile wider kill her with kindness, “Sure! It’s not my actual ring, we only did get engaged a few days ago and Peter wanted me to go with him to pick one… He’s a dream boy.”

Mary Jane’s smile slithered in and out of consciousness, “Are you sure we’re dating the same Peter?”

“Pretty sure,” You let your eyes circle her figure. Showing her the ‘ring’ Peter had proposed with, “Yeah, it’s one of my mom’s rings.”

Eddie’s gaze fall over it – it wasn’t a lie. It was your mom’s ring, just not her engagement ring, “Well that’s nice.” He says short, “We should have dinner tonight, catch up.”

You could tell that they were ‘catching on’ to your lie. It was hard lying to two people that had known you for a long time at some point in your life. Because they both knew details about you and Peter that you didn’t know about Peter or Peter didn’t know about you. You’d cursed yourself for calling this an engagement. But it was the first thing that came to your head, and you were honest, the moment you said it. The moment Peter looked at you, you knew that it was a fuck up on your part.

That’s why you knew the next words that came out of your mouth were your next fuck up, “We’d love to!” You turned on your heel before calling out to the pair, “We’ll eat at the restaurant downstairs.”

“Six-Thirty!” Mary Jane called.

“Can’t wait!”

You practically ran to the room, your slippers clacking onto the floor. When you made it into the elevator, the number of times you had clicked the button to your floor was a lot, but you knew it wouldn’t make the elevator go faster – not at all. But you were.

You slammed the door open to the room, sliding your key as quickly as you could. Fumbling at first, Peter jumped at how you burst into the room.

“Fuck!” Peter’s breath heaved.

You nodded carefully, “You are going to be… mad at me. Again.”

“What did you do, y/n?” Peter questioned. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, and for some reason, he was still wearing his web shooters… and it was hot. You pulled your gaze away from the sin but couldn’t stop thinking about it as you met his eyes.

“We have dinner with Mary Jane and Eddie in an hour.”

Peter gets mad, his fists rolling up, his knuckles turning white, “God, y/n, don’t you know how to shut the fuck up?” His voice is raised.

“GOD! I’m sorry! I panicked.”

“That’s all you do, panic! You can’t say no? You always have to be the best? You always have to just go and talk.”

“Shut up Peter.” You sigh, “All you ever do is complain about me! All you ever do is question me! All you ever do is talk shit about me. Well, I’m over it. I am over it. You’re coming to that dinner tonight.”

“And what if I don’t want to Y/n? What if I leave this place? There’s no use in being here with you, I’m not actually your fiancée. I’m not sure anyone would ever want to be.” Peter spoke. Venom falling from his tongue.

Tears welled up in your eyes, “Fuck you.” Your voice was barely over a whisper. You grabbed your makeup bag walking into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

Peter regretted yelling at you. He wasn’t going to lie. He wasn’t a heartless monster. The two of you were in this weird position, Peter didn’t know what was going on, let alone you. He couldn’t fault you for panicking. He didn’t know why he was so mad at you. You had looked so cute in your white robe and your slippers. Maybe he was a monster.

He sighed, knowing you’d spend most of your time in the bathroom, he got up and made his way to his luggage, putting on a nice dress shirt and a pants. He wanted to make you feel better. He needed to apologise.

You walked out of the bathroom, a pout on your face, your hair was done, and you wore makeup that complimented your skin. You looked beautiful and Peter regretted that he had made you upset. He regretted it so much.

You looked up at Peter, your gaze met with his, you smiled careful, nervous, taking in the fact that he had gotten ready for dinner with your ex’s, “You got dressed.”

“Yeah… I felt bad.”

“You felt bad?” You asked.

“…Yeah, I… felt bad?" He was now questioning himself.

The two of you didn’t say anything more as you grabbed a dress from your suitcase, it had long sleeves and it was plain back, had a short cut. You thought it was pretty… and so did Peter. You went to the bathroom and slipped it on, appearing outside, your zipper undone. Your arms too short to reach the back.

“Can you zip me?” You asked Peter as you came out of the bathroom.

“Y-yeah.” He muttered quickly walking over to you, his fingers running against the zipper, against your back as he pulled it up. You could hear his breath quicken. You could feel yours do the same.

Once the zipper was done, you had to cast a remark, Peter was being too nice, “Get off me, Penis.” Your voice cut and Peter only laughed.

The nickname hadn’t stung as much this time.

The two of you showed up to the restaurant, meeting Eddie and Mary Jane, hand in hand, you gripped his, “Hi!” The two groups smiled at once as you took a seat across from the couple.

After a few minutes of pouring wine and decided what you wanted to eat. Eddie and Mary Jane gave you sweet smiles.

“So,” Mary Jane took a sip of her wine, “How did the proposal happen?”

You looked over at Peter, expectant, he hadn’t said anything, so you took over, “Well it was very sweet, Peter was so romantic. There were rows of flowers and-”

“And obviously, they were your favourites, I had planned the whole thing out. Under the stars, on my knees waiting for her on the beach. I love her so much.” Peter spoke, his tone was earnest and honest. He was speaking from the truth, “I was so happy when she showed up, her favourite song played in the background, even if it is some alternative stuff, it was her. She walked in and she was like ‘Peter what’s this’ and I was like ‘I love you so much and I want to be yours forever’ and blah blah blah.”

You took a large swig of wine and so did Peter.

Eddie smiled, “Well I’m glad everything worked out for you too, you had this whole feud going on when we were in school together.”

“Kept it going whilst Peter and I were together.” Mary Jane added, “What happened? How did that change?”

You decided to take the lead on this one, squeezing Peter’s hand in confirmation, “Well, I really wanted it to be over. I was tired and I could tell Peter was too. So, we became friends and we started hanging out more. Genuinely enjoying each other’s company and I realised maybe all these feels I had been bottling up weren’t hate at all… So, I kissed him, and he kissed me back.”

Your words were truth? Mostly? You weren’t sure. Maybe you did like Peter. It didn’t take much for you to know that you actually hadn’t hated him. The feud was over, and you had no idea who had won. Maybe both parties.

“Y-Yeah… I actually liked her back in Europe.” Peter confessed, stupidly at that, “Had this whole plan to tell her and everything, but she liked you. So, I said something else.”

You quickly connected the dots… That night on the bridge Peter was going to tell you that he had a crush on you. Your mind was blown, your jaw could’ve dropped, and you wanted to cry – all of this could’ve been all over so long ago. You shook it off and actually started to enjoy dinner with Peter.

The two of you started to get along and it was not unwelcomed.

The next day, you woke up in the comfortable pillows of the couch – which was probably just as comfortable as the bed. Peter startled you as he came out of the bathroom.

“I think I’m going skiing today,” Peter announces.

You chuckle, remembering the night before, the way you looked at Peter had changed, “Okay,”

“Do you, maybe, wanna come with?”

“Depends, is this just your plan to push me off the mountain and let me fall to my death?”

“No.” Peter rolls his eyes, “I had a good time last night, and while we’re here I was thinking that maybe we could try and get along? There’s no point in arguing and we’re here for another four days.”

You nodded, quickly agreeing to his plan, “Okay.” You smiled softly.

You and Peter quickly got dressed, putting on ski pants and puffer jackets to keep you warm. You put on your snow boots and began to become warm. The only thing you were wearing underneath your jacket was your Henley, which was honestly, all you needed. You slipped a beanie onto your head, and you could feel the thick socks and gloves you wore heating up your feet and hands. You felt like an oven.

You also carried a pair of goggles. The two of you walked out of the lodge, “I don’t ski a lot, but I am quite good," You confess.

Peter smiles, “Good, I was kinda hoping we could go on the larger slope.”

“That’s all good with me!” You smile sweet. It was good, this dynamic with Peter. You knew it would most likely go down the drain once you got back to your normal life. The life where Peter was your enemy.

You and Peter sat on the ski lift as it pulled you halfway up, “The view is beautiful,” You mutter quietly, warm, and snug in your getup.

Peter looked out at the view, nodding in agreement, “You can say that again.”

You and Peter sat in silence for a moment before the loud bang and the swing of your cart scared you, grabbing onto his hand. Suddenly, the two of you were not moving. Suddenly, the two of you were now stuck who knows how far up into the air.

“Holy fuck,” You groaned after about a half hour of somewhat awkward silence, “I can’t believe we got stuck.”

“I’m sure we’ll be back down soon enough,” Peter tries to comfort you.

You roll your eyes, “You know something that annoys me about you?”

“Shoot, you’re gonna say it anyway.”

“That you’ve got this false positivity. Nobody’s that positive, Penis.” You sigh, “It’s like you put all your shit on me, right?”

Peter’s silent for a short moment, “What can I say, you bring out the worst in me… we’re supposed to be getting along.”

“Maybe that’s just not in the books for people like us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not.”

“But you are!” Peter sighs, “We’ve been doing this for so long, it’s like a second nature to us and fine! Maybe, I do have false positivity, because I have to, y/n.” His voice drops, “Do you know the kind of toll being Spider-Man has on you?”

You laugh, “Using your Spider-Man card? Really, Peter? That’s low.”

“It’s true, y/n.” He shifts in his seat, “Every day, I see people die and I try to save as many people as I can, but sometimes that doesn’t work. So, I try to be positive, keep my spirits up, because I know if I stop, I’ll stop pulling my punches.”

You felt bad for a moment, going to speak but Peter had interrupted you.

“Arguing with you… as stupid as this sounds, fuck, it gives me an outlet. You are my outlet from all the shitty things in the world.” Peter’s eyes go soft and so do yours.

You honestly wanted to cry, “I’m your safe space?”

He huffs, “Don’t make this weird.”

“I’m not making this weird!” You laugh.

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!” You laugh again, Peter deadpanning you, “It’s not stupid, Peter,” you say biting your lip, trying fighting a smile.

Peter thinks this is the cutest thing in the world, but he’s trying to act somewhat mad at you even if it’s not working. You know he’s not. Your faces have now drifted dangerously close to each other. Your smile faded as you felt Peters breath on yours, the world around you stopped. The wind wasn’t blowing, you could feel yourself lean in closer. Your heart pounding in your ears. You had no idea what was happening, and it didn't feel wrong... that’s why you kept moving closer.

Peter’s heart was thumping vigorously in his chest, feeling nothing but his heartbeat, the feeling of your eyes on his lips. He had no idea who had moved in first. Maybe it was both of you. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was you. But you were close. Close to him.

Your lips finally tangled together. Your gloves held his face as you could feel the soft of him, they were cold at first, but heat took over, Peters arm around your shoulder. The both of you lost in the moment, heads titled at the just the right angle as if they were made to fit each other. Your teeth nipped at his lower lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth, was slow, and warm. Taking a second to breathe, your lips still touching, barely apart, taking a second to breathe, just as you were about to lean in once more, the conveyor belt started to move again, starling both you and Peter away from each other, both of your lips slightly swollen.

Finally, up the top of the hill, letting go and sliding down the mountain. The kiss not being mentioned again the rest of the afternoon.

There was awkwardness.

That was the only way to describe it.

You and Peter tried to talk but every conversation was short lived. Your minds only on the one thing that had happened earlier.

Once you finally got back to the room, you decided you needed a moment to yourself. Slipping on your bathing suit, grabbing a towel and a bottle of wine – that you honestly, probably wouldn’t even touch, not because you didn’t want to, but because you had no idea what would happen if you weren’t sober.

The cool air hit you, chilling your spine, almost regretting coming out here, sliding into the water made it all worth it. You let out a small moan as you sunk deeper into the warm water, you weren’t sure whether or not you should turn the bubbles on, so you left the tub the way it was.

Your short-lived peace was soon interrupted by the one person who had caused the storm, the door to the outside open, Peter meeting your gaze.

“Shit, I didn’t realise you’d be out here.”

You smiled softly, “It’s okay… you can stay, if you want.”

Peter nodded. Your eyes gracing his skin, he was toned and the muscle in his arms shifted and flexed as he pulled into the warm tub, his moan of delight a sound that made you bite your lip and the way his collarbones appeared above the water made your heart pound, they were sharp, just like his jaw.

“Let’s play a game,”

“What kind of game?”

You shrugged, “I would suggest truth or dare, but I don’t really wanna leave the tub.”

Peter lets out a dry chuckle, “Then just pick truth.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “And what about you, Spider-Man?”

“I’ll probably be doing the same.”

Your breath hitched against air, matching the steam rose from the tub, “…So we just play for truth.”

“I’m good with that.” Peter’s voice was hoarse, deep.

“Okay.” You say, “I’ll go first… That stuff you said at dinner, about me, was it true?”

Peter nods slowly, “It was… I liked you. But when we got to that bridge, I panicked, you clearly liked Eddie and I was planning on telling you about my whole situation anyway afterI told you I liked you… I just- I just skipped a step.”

You frowned, “Pete…I liked you. On that trip to Europe. I liked you.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “You did?”

You nodded, “I- I was battling with whether or not I liked you, or Eddie. If you would’ve told me…”

“At least you know now.”

“Yeah…”

Peter clears his throat and clears the air, “My turn.” He smirks, something that you have missed, “The kiss. What did it mean?”

You felt like the wind was knocked out of you. But the question remained in the air. What did it mean?

You were so focused on hating Peter you never really looked at it. How Peter made your stomach flutter once upon a time and although you were much older than you were when he had liked you, he still made your stomach do summersaults when he’d wink at you after a mean remark, trying to look smug, trying to impress whoever was watching. How at the wedding you had felt his gaze all over your body in your dress but decided to ignore it because you loved the way it felt and how turned on you were. How you wanted to grab him by his stupid blue shirt and plant your lips on his. How you wanted to feel every inch of the boy sitting across from you and you were way too blind to even bat an eye at how you felt because you were too busy coming up with expressions that would make him say ‘fuck you’ instead of ‘fuck me’.

You knew exactly what it meant.

The water closed in on your skin, drops of it shined under the soft light of the tub. Peter watched as you pushed yourself up to move closer to him. His gaze felt like it had at the wedding, admiring the way your boobs hung off your chest. You didn’t mind, not one bit. How when you got so close to him, his eyes moved from your lips to your own.

“Everything.”

And just like that your lips were pressed onto his again, it was heated, you felt hotter than you should as you were now seated on Peter’s lap, feeling his hands run all over your body, even if they were accompanied by the hot of the water, you could feel how they imprinted onto your skin. You and Peter pulled apart for a moment, foreheads touching, breath on breath.

“I want you.” Peter admitted, his hands running up your body to cup your face.

“‘M all yours,” You murmured.

“Then let’s take this inside?”

You nodded, excited, nervous? You weren’t sure.

You removed yourself from Peter’s lap, exiting the hot tub, feeling the cool air hit your skin once more, your nipples perking from the cold. Something you were sure Peter would love. You chuckled at the thought.

Peter’s hands slide up your wet body, undoing the string to your bikini, pulling you close against his bare chest, his hands running up to squeeze your tits as your face falls into the crane of his neck, kissing his neck. Peter’s head falls back as he moans. You feel Peter’s hands run down the rest of your body, feeling his desire in his touch.

When you and Peter turn to face each other, your lips in contact, moving in sync as all you can do is feel the overwhelming sense of his body and touch, longing for the moments that his hands sit on your body to last forever. You moan against the kiss as the two of you fall on to the bed. You feel Peter’s body weight over you, and his board-shorts are in the way of what you really want. The weight of Peter on you just makes everything feel like a thousand. You can’t imagine what sex must feel like for Peter, probably better than what it feels for you, everything feels turned up for you, but everything is constantly turned up for him.

Peter’s arms were strong as they held you in place, and you felt your stomach burn with fire, you shook your head at what you were thinking but you know that just about now, Peter would do anything for you.

“Peter,” You stopped him nipping at you, your words some kind of disturbance in the fire, “Do you have that web dissolver stuff?”

Peter’s smirk was something honest, something that was different from every other time he had smirked at you. From every time this kind of smile meant something rude or mean and unwanted. It was knowing. It was wanting.

“I do…” Peter brushed your lips together, his breath full on your face, smelling like peppermint.

“Web me up, Peter.”

Peter’s gaze became darkened as his pupils dilatated, and he pressed his lips onto yours to seal the deal. You were excited and nervous. You always wonder how it must feel to be tied to a bed, but rather then… this was with Peter. Someone who had webs. Someone who was stronger than most men on earth. You were still lying down but your hands touched the bedhead, Peter discarded his boardshorts, they landed in a wet squelch on top of your bathing suit in the other room. Peter was now standing there naked, wearing his web shooters on his wrists and you thought it was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. Peter in the suit was wow… but the Peter out of it? God, you were so happy you had him all to yourself tonight, that he had you.

Peter’s webs quickly connecting with your wrists a force that made you a little scared, but Peter sensed how you were feeling and quickly came over placing his lips to yours, “You’re alright,” He coos softly, and you feel yourself flush.

You lean forward to press your lips to his, but Peter quickly moves back, “You’re not in control anymore, y/n.” His breath is hungry on your ear.

His kisses start moving down your body as he probably places hickeys everywhere he can probably think of. His lips end up between your tits and for a moment you think he’s going to mark his territory on your right boob, his breath hovering overing the nipple. But you squirm as he moves lower down your body, feeling an itch in your spine.

Peter’s mouth doesn’t press kisses anymore, his breath just hovers until he gets to your pussy, hot all over it. You feel yourself so wet, and Peter knows it too, he can smell it. He could smell your arousal all the way back in the hot tub.

Peter’s finger grazes the lips, he slides a finger near your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles and you let out a soft moan, it was quiet and careful. It came out kinda broken, but all the same, you were giving into him. You hated that you couldn’t run your hands through his hair, but that made his touch all the more intoxicating. It only made you want him more than you ever had before.

Peter’s thumb continued to circle your clit, slowly, but surely, he begins moving his finger faster around your nub. You let out a small whimper of pleasure. Peter moves his finger away replacing it with his tongue, lapping at your pussy, tasting how wet you are, running miles around your clit as you moan sweet. Peter almost cums because of how you taste, because of how you moan. But he refrains himself from doing so. Peter’s tongue feels so good around your clit, flicking his tongue so perfectly, knowing how to make you feel good about yourself. Your back moves up slightly but not quite… that is until a finger gently slips into you, your clit pulsing as you feel Peter move his finger in and out of you pressing onto your g-spot. Your moans filling the air as Peter inhales a sharp breath because of how beautiful they sound to him, and they would make him blush if he didn’t breathe. They would make him smile. His fingers move faster as they pleasure every inch of your body, your back arching and your spine shivering because you can’t touch him. You want to touch him. You want to run your fingernails down his back, you want to run your fingers through his hair and push his tongue harder onto your clit, let him press against your body so heavily, so needily. Let him fuck the shit out of you so hard that you forget your own name. That you can’t walk the next day.

Your moans become louder as Peter fills you up, every inch of you with his large and rough hands. Putting his strength to good use. You can tell he’s holding back on his strength for the better of you. Scared of hurting you. Scared of making you hate him again. Because although this was desire, although this was the two of you lost in something you didn’t know much about. This relationship unclarified, this relationship rocky. There is a part of you that both understands that there’s this spark in both of you, this connection, this feeling and it makes you want to scream his name and only his name. You needed all of him.

You needed Peter to fuck you, and there was only one way you could possibly get that from him, get him to fill you with his cock and everything that came with it. You wanted him to cum inside you. You didn’t care right now. Your head so lost in something you’ve never known before. You’d obviously had sex before, but nobody had ever made you this hungry, nobody ever made you had a need for their touch. Nobody ever made you feel this good.

You tried to force down your next moan in order to speak, but it was no use, you were completely and utterly underneath Peters stupid spell… after a moment you gathered some composure?

“Peter.” You spoke again, breaking up what he was doing, he came up to meet your gaze, “I wanna feel you… all of you.” You said smiling somewhat bashfully, sweet, and shy.

Peter’s lips hovered over yours again, and you were only more turned on but also hating the fact that you couldn’t touch him. That you couldn’t leave marks on the back of his skin, that even though Peter had given you so many hickeys that you’d probably look like you had chicken pox the next day. You hated that you couldn’t mark yourterritory, much like Peter had marked his.

“…and unweb me.” You chuckled lightly.

Peter smiled softly, so close to your face that you feel his chuckle graze your lips, “One sec.”

Peter left the room for a moment and as you sat there webbed up you could feel yourself start to get nervous – what if you weren’t good enough? What if you didn’t feel good enough? Doubts started to flood your mind, but as Peter came back with a vile of web dissolver… the way he looked at you made you relax. Know that you were enough. Know that everything was okay. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room. Like you were all he wanted. Everything he wanted to devour and eat. Everything he needed. You were like his drug, and you could see it in his eyes. The way his pupils dilate and the way he licks his lips when he sees you webbed up for him on the bed.

He lets out a dry chuckle, “You sure you want me to unweb you?” He jokes, moving closer to you, a kiss nipping at your neck.

You moan softly as he presses a kiss to this one spot on your neck, one that makes you get goosebumps all over, “I need to feel you, Peter.” You say serious.

He nods running the serum over your hands as the webs immediately dissolve, it takes a moment but then the dissolver is gone, and it feels as if it was never there in the first place.

You run your hands over Peter’s chest, finally feeling his biceps, his abs. The way they were so defined. So created by everything that made him, him. You wanted to lick them. You wanted to devour and leave hickeys on every ab that sat so perfectly on his chest. But you also needed his cock in you. Your body feeling the ache of his hands away and the way your stomach felt like pits of fire as his hands ran all over you.

“How bad do you need me?” He questions you, another kiss to that one spot on your neck.

“Bad, Peter.” You gulped carefully, “I wanna ride you and I never want to stop.”

Peter could only smile, “Fuck… you are perfect.” He groans, lying down on the bed. His cock hard, wanting you and your touch and only yours. He needed you and you needed him. You positioned yourself carefully over his dick, as you feel it enter your pulsing hole that ached for any part of Peter you could possibly get.

You let out a loud moan that shook the room as you placed your hands onto both Peter’s thighs, your fingernails digging into them as he also let out a moan. You moved carefully at first, feeling his cock on your g-spot was like a dream for both of you. Long gone in the feeling of desire as he watched your tits bounce on your chest as you try to move around his cock. Your hips grinding over every part of his lower abdomen. His cock fills you. It’s large and long and god, the way Peter holds onto you as you grind, makes you want to cum. Makes you want him to cum all up inside of you. Feeling every last bit of Peter.

Peter watches you intently, loving the sight of you riding his cock. But you’re getting tired, and Peter can sense it. Quickly, he flips you over and places his lips onto yours as you lean into it. Feeling grateful, that Peter, was once again, taking over. You could hear the crunch of the bedhead as Peter held onto it, grunting as he moved in and out of you. His strength holding him up, making his biceps pop out of his arms and his veins pump. He felt strong and so did you as you took every inch of Peter. You took him hard as he pound in your wet pussy. Your nails dug into his back, scratching him as the two of you move. Leaving red streaks all over his back. Needing more.

The only sounds that fill the room were the two of you moaning, the way the bed move underneath you and the way he hit your g-spot. The way you were everything he needed. The way he was all yours. The way you were all his. It made you both lost. The sound of your moans both getting louder and louder. Needier and needier. Kisses becoming sloppy and hungry and all the two of you knew how to do. The only thing that felt right in that moment.

It felt animalistic, it felt hot. You felt so strongly of desire and Peter was only all the more turned on by the smell of how wet you were, the smell of your pussy. How it filled his nose and every breath he took. Only focusing on you. Only focusing on how perfectly your tits bounce as he move your body. Your body felt like it was made of liquid, moving so flawless, so effortlessly. Both of you unable to differentiate where everything started and where it would end, because both of you were only tangled up in each other’s limbs, you felt nothing but Peter. His skin underneath the nails. His desire filling your mouth as your tongues tangle themselves in each other just like your bodies.

You couldn’t feel yourself, you felt hungry, you felt needed. You weren’t in any state of mind to do anything but this. Peter’s cock felt like it was burning your pussy. The way he gripped the headboard said it all. The way he wasn’t letting himself go and this was only not even a quarter of how good he could make you feel. He was a force of nature.

You could feel yourself in a desperate need to cum. Desperate for Peter to cum inside you and both of you were getting closer to the edge and you both knew it. You could feel the burning pit of familiar fire burning in your stomach. Although this was not desire, this was a burning pit of a knot that needs you to feel some sort of release. That needs you to let go of everything that has built up inside of you.

“Peter, I’m gonna cum.”

It almost never happened. A rare occurrence. Something so slim that both of you would have to work toward separately, “Me too.”

“Please cum inside me, Peter,” You moaned wanting him all.

The two of you were reaching your point at the same time. Something so unrealistic – much like this pair of people sleeping together was happening. You could feel Peter’s cock twitch in your hole, still pumping you out as you grappled onto Peter’s back for dear life, feeling the pleasure and release all through you, all over Peter’s cock. You could feel him twitch in you once more, a signal that he had just cum all inside you. Your grunts and moans calmed down as Peter slowed down, pumping you still, riding each of you off of the high. Your juices mixed together. Feeling nothing but each other.

Peter’s body falls beside yours as the two of you try and heave breaths that sit in your throat.

“Holy shit.” You murmur against the thick air that quickly disperses. Leaving you and Peter in nothing but silence.

You turn to him, “I don’t want this to be like a one-time thing, Peter… It meant something.”

“I know, that’s why, we’re gonna get you cleaned up and tomorrow, I’m going to spend the day with you.” Peter kisses your collarbone, “…and then take you out for dinner. A proper date. Something that we never got to do. A relationship that we never got to have.”

You smile pressing a peck to Peter’s soft lips. Both of your lips swollen and your clit still pulsing from the aftershock of everything that had just happened between the two of you.

“I’d like that.”

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sugarybitterness · 3 years

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permission - wanda maximoff x romanoff!reader [finally found au]

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word count: 1230

a/n: soo this is just a one shot where both wanda and r talk to nat about their feelings for each other!! based off this ask ~ i’ll probably write another one where they tell nat that they’re officially together, or her finding out that they made it official i’m not sure yet aha but i hope you guys enjoy this!! takes place after nat reveals the truth & r starts calling nat mama because they’re both pining idiots ! italics indicates a flashback ~

wanda was a nervous wreck. she paces up and down her room, mumbling to herself in sokovian as she tries to psych herself up for her talk with natasha tonight.

she flicks her wrist and her script flies to her hand as she reads through it again, trying to remember the points she had come up with over the past few days.

a knocking on her door makes her jump, red tendrils shooting out causing her to be suspended in mid air. she swears quietly as she calls for the person to come in, slowly settling back on the floor.

“wands?” you poke your head through the door, giggling when you see floating back to the ground. wanda whirls around, her face lighting up when she sees you at the door.

“did i scare you that badly?” you tease as you step inside, hands hiding something behind you.

“i was just deep in thought.” wanda blushes as she steps towards you. “what are you doing here milaya?”

this time, you’re the one with the shy smile. your move your hands in front, presenting a bouquet of flowers to wanda.

“y/n.. what’s this?” wanda gasps softly, eyes darting between the flowers and yo ur face.

“this is me asking you out.” you smile cheekily before taking a deep breath.

“wanda.. all those months ago when i couldn’t contact peter, you were the first person on my mind. i’ve known you since we were 12 and you’ve easily worked your way into my heart. i think we both know that in the recent years my feelings for you have shifted.. it’s been a wild few months what with me moving here and coping to a life where i’m finally free from him. but you’ve been here, you’re always here and i’m so thankful for that. so, wanda maximoff, will you give me the honour of being able to bring you out on a date?”

wanda’s eyes are glossy with tears and you panic a little thinking you did something wrong. but the flowers are wrapped in a red mist, floated towards the bed and soon you have a sokovian witch rushing to embrace you in a hug. you chuckle softly as you hug her back, one hand patting her head while the other rubs up and down her back.

“i can’t believe you beat me to it. i was going to go talk to tasha..” wanda mumbles into your shoulder and you laugh even louder.

“you were going to ask mama for permission to take me out? what were you going to do if she said no?”

“i’d still take you out.” your heart warms at her quick reply.

“glad to know you aren’t scared of the black widow.” you press a kiss to the top of her head, feeling her sigh contentedly as she snuggles closer.

the two of you agree to have the date that weekend, but you insist on keeping the location a secret. (it was a carnival that was in town for the summer, you knew wanda always loved going to those every year.)

the two of you cuddle for the rest of the afternoon, watching reruns of wanda’s favourite sitcoms until it was time for dinner.

that evening, when everyone gathers in the common room for game night, wanda makes sure she gets a moment alone with natasha like she planned.

“hey tasha, can i talk to you real quick?” wanda fiddles with her ring nervously as she stands next to natasha who was preparing some more snacks. natasha hums in acknowledgment as she turns to look at wanda, raising her mug to her lips, waiting for wanda to continue.

“so uh, i don’t know if you know but well, y/n asked me out today. i was supposed to do it first after talking to you because well you are her mum and i wanted to run it by you first. but then again even if you said no i would’ve still done it— not because i don’t value your opinion of course but well you see i really really like her tasha. for the longest time and i just want to make her happy you know? i’m sorry if it’s weird and all because you’ve been like a mom to me all this time and now you’re actually her mom so it’s been kinda strange but i know it’s not like yelena where she’s more of a sister cause i definitely don’t see y/n like that..” wanda continues to ramble and at this point she’s pacing as she’s talking, hands waving in the air occasionally to accentuate her point.

natasha smirks behind her mug and it takes all her willpower to not laugh at how adorable wanda was being.

“okay that went off tangent so bad. but, tasha, will it be okay if i continue to see y/n? provided the date goes well?” wanda spins to look at natasha, her gaze pleading and her hands wringing together nervously. this time, natasha lets out a chuckle. she sets down her mug and goes over to wrap wanda in a hug.

“i really don’t know which was more amusing, your rambling or y/n’s.”

“y/n?” wanda’s brow furrows in confusion.

“she came to me a couple days ago..” natasha smiles softly as she recounts the conversation she had with her daughter.

“okay mama this is like pretty weird i know, because well i am your daughter but! i know you see wanda as your daughter as well, so i’m here to talk to you about bringing wanda out on a date. now i know you must be a little shocked because usually people think i like peter and hey! yes he is a great guy and my best friend but like i’m gay.. which i feel like i should’ve told you seperately but it’s kinda too late for that- anyways. mama i like wanda. like a lot a lot. she makes my heart happy and i just always want to be with her you know?“ you paced around natasha’s room as you continued to rant about your crush on wanda.

natasha sits on her bed, very much amused at the scene playing out in front of her. it was cute how you thought she wouldn’t know about your feelings considering everyone within the tower already did and were just waiting for something to happen.

she and yelena even had a bet going on against peter and kate. (that they end up winning since you asked wanda out before the end of the summer)

“so mama, can i take wanda out on a date? i’m planning to bring her to the carnival we always go to. do you think she’ll like it?” you stopped at the side of the bed, looking down at natasha with a worried gaze.

natasha laughed and grabbed your hand, squeezing it reassuredly.

“i’m sure she’ll love it malyshka. i’ll even be your personal chauffeur for the day, how does that sound?”

“i’m glad you two found each other. you guys make each other happy and that’s truly all that matters. that and i also trust both of you to not go around and break each other’s heart.” natasha smiles warmly at wanda who melts in her embrace.

“i love you, tasha. thank you, for everything.”

“you’re most welcome my little witch. i love you too.”

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phebth · 2 years

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Hai:D me again uwu

I loved ur last post with the badass s/o bc i kinda hate seeing them with an always innocent reader or s/o 😭 like there ARE SO MANY PERSONALITIES THAT WE ALL RELATE TOO then just "cutesy, soft, gentle" etc.

Sooo how about a female reader who is- wait ..wait hold on...

*proceeds to push micheal put the way*

.. A female reader who is lesbian and falls in love with star? :D I want to see thw boys reaction but mainly star, you can add micheal if you want but pretend like micheal and star never dated tho :^ unless you want some angst in it 😏 i dont mind uwu

Star x Female!Reader

a/n: no because I have no idea what authors think about when writing those stories?? like what if YOU were in the reader’s shoes would YOU act like that?? no. no, you wouldn’t so cut the bs and add some SASS. Ngl I have a feeling that some authors have some misogynistic views embedded into them because I genuinely can’t think of any other reason as to why they keep writing the reader so innocent?!?

You were aimlessly walking around the boardwalk bored of all the rides you had already done. Observing your surroundings as you make up a fake personality for each person you pass by. Your friends were gossiping next to you but you weren’t really focused on what they were saying. When your group agreed to take a break they all decided to leave to get ice cream but you chose to stay and rest your feet instead.

distracted by the moonlight hitting the ocean you didn’t notice the group of guys slowly approaching you. “what’s a sweet thing like you doing out this late~?” well that certainly brought you back to reality. “It’s only 10 pm idiot.” you snarked back a reply as you turned around 4 guys stood next to you. “oouuhh~ this kitty’s got claws!” one of the curly blondes replied.

They all seemed really interested in making you like them but something else caught your eye or should I say someone else? unfortunately, one of the guys was blocking your view and wouldn’t move out the way. “move you're blocking the view” as you pushed past him you saw a curly-haired brunette that wore a long white dress. “Good evening my lady~ what’s a delicate flower such as yourself doing hanging around these parts” you said as you picked her hand up and placed a light kiss on it while maintaining eye contact.

EVERYONE was dumbfounded. “did she seriously just push me aside?!?” David asked himself while Marco was on the floor laughing his ass off. Star was practically giving you heart eyes as she mustered up the courage to say something. “oh! uh- well I was just taking a walk… would you like to join me?” “it would be my honour”

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself... I’m Star what’s your name?” “it’s ______ but you can call me whatever you’d like” as you finished your sentence you could tell her face had turned a few shades darker.

right, when you and Star were about to turn around one of the guys said something. “Hey! where do you think you’re going sweetheart?” the look on Star’s face was nervous, it made your stomach sink. “We were about to go for a walk” you replied for her, David gave you a deadly glare that you gladly returned."Neither are you invited” and with that, you quickly took Star’s hand and left.

You guys spent the rest of the night walking around and making conversation about your hobbies and interests. Taking her on every ride she asked for and spoiling her the whole night made your heart race, especially when she would look at you after she made a joke to see if you liked it or not. Both of you decided to gift each other a ring, every time you held hands the cold metal would rub against your fingers.

Star was smiling you were smiling, and everything felt perfect. Well, that was until you guys had to part ways. "It was lovely hanging out with you today" you said with a smile on your face "Yeah I really enjoyed it... would you like to meet me by the merry-go-round tomorrow?" Star said shyly barely maintaining eye contact "sure, same time?" "Yep!" and right before you turned away she grabbed your face and kissed your cheek.

After you had left to go meet up with your friends, Star was stuck having to fight herself out of the guy's grasp. "Dude she was so hot! I would let her choke me!" Paul blurted out as everyone else started asking questions. Micheal kept quiet the entire time as everyone fussed over Star and you.

"do you think she'd be down to-" "Don't even think of finishing that sentence Marco." Star retorted knowing he was going to ask something inappropriate. "I mean it's not like she’s in love with you, it was just one date." Micheal said. "How would you know? you weren't invited. Besides I'm going out with her tomorrow as well." Star defended. "Can we join-" "No. this is MY date, not yours." She said interrupting Paul.

The boys retired to their nest while Star started getting comfortable in bed. It took her a while before falling asleep that morning because she was too excited for the next day.

Part 2 :)

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alltoolewis · 3 years

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You are engaged to Ben and he gets you a new ring after 4 year engagement?💍 please and thank you so much, love ur blog :) xxxxxxx

You couldn't believe how fast time has flew as you look at the small but delicate rock on your finger. It has been a whole 4 years since the love of your life got down on one knee and asked you to be his for the rest of the life... it was the best day of your life! The day that you dreamed of ever since you met the young aspiring footballer from Milton Keynes, the boy who spilt coffee all over you on your fist day at king power, the boy who showed up at your flat still wearing his training kit for your first date because he promised you he wouldn't be late. If any one would of told you that 8 years later you would be waiting for the day to take his last name, you would of told them to shut it! But here you are... counting down the days for that to happen.

You and Ben never planned to be engaged for this long! You were both 21 when he proposed to you 4 years ago, both agreeing to at least wait a year or two until you made everything official, wanting to enjoy time being engaged. However when you finally decided to set a date, disaster hit... that disaster being covid. Date after, date after date were postponed, leaving you both heartbroken at the fact you would have to wait longer for the titles of husband and wife!

"Hey you..." Ben whispered as you continued to read your book. After 8 years together he knew to never cause to much disruption while you were reading, unless he had a death wish "I got a surprise for you..." Wrapping his arms around you as he clutched the small tiffany box in his hand.

"Baby can't it wait..." You sighed, eyes staying glued on the beige pages in front, ignoring his rolling eyes as you flicked the page over "It's just getting good!"

Ignoring your pleads, Ben snatched the book from your grasp flinging it across the room as your eyes finally meet his in disgust. "What the fuck Ben!" You gasped, attempting to get up just for Ben to pull you back into his hold "Why the hell would you do that!?! I've lost my page now!" "First of all, stop being on dramatic! I checked the page before I there it... it was page 173..." Ben chuckled as he turned you around so you were both crossed leggeded facing each other, leaning down to you ear as he chuckled lightly "Or was it page 193..?"

Slapping his chest lightly you giggled "Ben!"

"Anyway, away from the book... do you know what day it is m'lady?" Ben asked, as he watched confusion wash over you. Eyes scanning the calander as you crossed off important dates out of your mind. "I am forgetting something Ben? Was we supposed to go for dinner? Shit...! I'm so sorry, are we late! I made us late haven't I?" You gasped, jumping of the couch as you frantically pace the living room.

Laughing Ben followed your nervous steps, pulling you into his embrace as he planted his lips on yours. Something he knew relaxes you instantly! "Baby calm down... there wasn't a date.."

"There wasn't? What are you talking about then Ben?"

Grabbing onto your hand, he fell down on one knee just like he did 4 years to this day. "Ohhhhhhhhh" You giggled as realisation hit you, causing Ben to playfully roll his eyes at your forgetfulness "I didn't think you would remember that Ben!"

Ben chuckled at your response, pulling out the small blue box as your eyes go wide "How I could I forget the day I asked my soulmate to be mine forever? How could you think so lowly of me!" Opening the box to reveal the most stunning diamonte ring. "Ben? You've already proposed to me? what's this for..."

"(Y/fn), I have had the honor of loving you now for 8 whole years! and I know it was never our intentions to wait this long for our wedding and there is nothing I want more than right now than seeing you in your white gown, holding you bouquet as your dad passes the honour to me! But for now... I will just have to deal with calling you my beautiful, caring, unbelievable finance! So... (y/fn) will you make me the happiest man on earth by saying yes to marrying me again?"

Tears streamed down your face as you leapt in his arms, causing you both to topple on the fall in laughter. In one move you press your lips to his, your tears mixing together as your lips moved together....

"Yes! Benjamin James Chilwell" You whispered, caressing his cheek gently as you looked into his lovestruck eyes... "I will marry you.."

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Honestly never intended for this to be this long hehe! But I just go into my feels a bit seeing as tho I can now sort of relate to this hehe💍

Thank you so much for you kind words lovely!!!

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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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Silver bullets have nothing on you

Pairing: Cordelia Chase x fem!werewolf!reader

Request: thank you! could i please have one where reader is Cordy’s ex and she transfers to sunnydale. buffy doesnt like her because she thinks shes a Vamp but actually secretly shes a werewolf! Thank you! i love ur work

Warning: Violence. Buffy doesn’t really get on with reader. Reader is ashamed of being a werewolf. Blood mention.

A/N: Reader is Cordy’s ex but there are feelings still there. A little angst but hopeful at the end. Another fic in honour of Cordelia Chase Appreciation week !! 💖

You had transferred to Sunnydale, unaware that the ex you were still hung up on basically ran the school. You had met her one summer, her father had a business meeting in your town and they had stayed for a long weekend. You had tried to stay in touch, keep things long-distance but she had broken things off with you when she thought you started to become distant with her. She thought you had gone off her and she was really hurt by it, having to coldly break up with you to make herself feel better than the rejection she felt.

But, you weren’t pulling away from her because you wanted to. You had a secret. You loved this girl too much to inflict it on her. It was a lot to take in. Most people didn’t believe in demons and you didn’t want her to have to find out if she didn’t need to.

The first evening you arrived, you bumped into a blonde girl. You managed to bump into her several times, always in the dark, since then. The girl, who happened to be a slayer, took an instant dislike to you. She was suspicious. You weren’t quite human, something inside her told her this. You shied away from her when you heard whispers of slayer in your mind. Something within, call it self-preservation or animal instinct told you to avoid her as much as you could.

This was hard, however because she appeared when you least expected her - always after dark as if she was waiting for you to grow fur and start gnawing on the nearest teenager. It made you paranoid, the condition already hard enough to prepare for when a full moon was coming let alone feeling like the Slayer was ready to pounce on you.

One night, you were at the bronze. You were sitting alone, as you had been most evenings with very little to do in town. Your thoughts cast back to her. Cordelia. The most beautiful and kindest person you had ever met. You had hoped you might catch a glimpse of her (you knew she lived in Sunnydale, after all) buy knew it was probably the best thing for her that you hadn’t. You were relieved she had broken up with you in some way, because it meant she had saved herself from the possibility of you hurting her in some way.

You didn’t realise that on the other side of the Bronze, there was someone in the same predicament. Her. She was thinking about you, staring into space and sighing. She missed your touch. The way your lips felt against her skin. The conversations you would have that often ended in uncontrollable laughter. She wanted you back. She had even started to come out to the Scoobies and people she was closest to because she wanted to be long term with you.

But now she was mad at you. For avoiding her. Ignoring her calls. But mostly she just wanted you back. Her heart was in pieces and no amount of popular guys her superficial friends set her up with could compare to you. You were the girl of her dreams. Literally - she kept having these dreams. Dreams that you were back together again and she was holding you against her. Inhaling your scent. Whispering such intimate things.

You had transferred to Sunnydale High school and had started your classes (when you managed to find the correct rooms) but Buffy Summers had only ever seen you at night - leading her to confirm her own suspicions based on this. She thought you were a vampire. She made you uncomfortable and she always appeared to be glaring at you, no matter where either of you were in the room.

Tonight, there was a man sat beside you. His complexion porcelain white and he dressed like he was stuck in the 1970s. He suddenly slung his arm around you and you scowled, pulling away. But he whispered something persuading you to walk away with him. You had no choice, he was very strong. He had a strong hand on your arm and he was telling you to act normal as he walked you through the crowd and swiftly out of the door.

Buffy caught your eye, missing your pleading look. Instead seeing the kind of person you spent time with and decided this was one battle that wasn’t worth fighting tonight. She wanted some time off she would deal with you and your friend later. This meant that you were alone, with a vampire, that wanted to sire you. Your brain was rattling against your skull, wanting to jump ship before the inevitable. Death.

When he was satisfied he had found somewhere you wouldn’t be interrupted, he slammed you against the wall and held you in place. You shivered and it wasn’t the cold. You were scared. You had so many things you wanted to do with your life. You wanted to graduate. You wanted to be the first person to discover the cure for being a werewolf. You wanted to cling to the idea that you and Cordy would get back together one day.

But all of these hopes were draining out of your brain, quicker than the blood would be drained from your neck. Instead, only fear remained. You cursed yourself, not wanting this to be the last thing you felt before death. Wasn’t your life supposed to flash before you? All you could think was that you wanted to see Cordy’s face one last time before you died. You would take any moment, so long as it was her.

The vampire grinned at you, toying with you and giving you the impression you had room to struggle. But he had you exactly where he wanted you. You were struggling until he stilled you, pinning your arms by your side. He moved to get a better view of your neck, his face shifted and you braced yourself as he moved in to bite.

You finally saw it. Her face. You could die happy, having seen her face again. Your vision started to go fuzzy, but the picture of her was now imprinted in your brain. You desperately tried to cling onto the image as you felt the fangs retract from your neck and ignore the pain that was coursing through you.

“Urgh!” He spluttered, starting to spit out the blood that had been oozing from your neck, “What is that - you taste like... dog” he started to wipe his mouth off in disgust. It snapped you out of your submission especially as the face you had seen wasn’t something your brain had conjured up. It really was her.

She had been looking for some kind of weapon to use ever so quietly as he took the first bite. She had since grabbed a metal pipe and as forcefully as she could, hit him over the head with it. She instantly dropped it, her fierceness appearing because it was you. Because she couldn’t bear to see anything happen to you. She appeared to be running on adrenaline.

“Pack up, princess” the vampire warned, baring his teeth and trying to get her to leave. You clutched at the wound on your neck as you watched the exchange.

“Leave. Now. I’m the biggest bitch that Sunnydale high has ever seen and that means a whole lot of pain for you” She said, but her voice faltered at the end. She had only ever staked one vampire and it had been a total fluke. But she wanted to make sure you were safe. She was so confused when she saw you leaving the Bronze, she had to follow you to convince herself you weren’t a trick of the eye.

“Two for the price of one” The vampire shrugged, clearly unmoved by Cordy’s threat. He went straight for Cordelia and you grabbed him, twisting his arm and managing to push him to the floor. You had the upper hand only because he (and you) hadn’t realised the strength you possessed.

You were confused, standing still with your brows knitted together. Blood running down your side. This allowed him to gain the upper hand again. He sprung up as you were in awe of your own strength as he started to round on you, his fangs bared. You felt a rumble in your chest, as if you wanted to growl. It was a dull ache, like when your tummy rumbles except in your chest.

Out of nowhere, Cordy broke off some wood and while he had his back turned, she managed to stake him. She ran through the dust, to your side and checked over the wound that was already slowly closing itself up. Your mouth had widened in shock at how easily she appeared to roll with everything. She moved a hand to softly rest under your chin as if to close your mouth that was still open in confusion. How did she know about vampires?

The next evening, you had met at the Bronze. You had a lot of catching up to do. You wore something to hide your neck as you had no way to explain how your wound had already healed. She had started to tell you about hanging around the slayer, how she had never mentioned it because she didn’t want to have you worrying about that. She really cared for you and she was very protective. This hadn’t stopped despite you no longer being her girlfriend.

Talking to her was so easy, you both smiled over at each other and shared anecdotes you had been saving in hope that one day you would be able to speak the way you used to. Your legs brushing against each other under the table, making you both smile every time that they did.

Every so often you opened your mouth, trying to find a way to tell her what had happened to you. What you were now. How you had become a werewolf. But every time you open your mouth you just can’t do it. You were so scared of rejection. You didn’t want her to think you were some monster. You were still you.

You were scared she would hate you. Find you unlovable for something you couldn’t change. The conversation stopped flowing so easily as you found yourself more caught up inside your head. She noticed you had started to become distant - staring off into space again. She clicked her fingers in front of your face more than once and decided that it was probably time to call it a night. She asked if you would take her home and you nod, agreeing to walk with her. It was the least you could do after she saved your life.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Buffy saw you escorting Cordy out and felt a sense of duty she was sadly lacking when a stranger was taking you for a bite the other week. She followed you both a safe distance from the Bronze and then started to attack you. She spun you around, landing a hard blow against your face which made you cry out and clutch your face.

“Ow! What is your problem!?” You snarl at her as she raises an eyebrow waiting for your forehead to shift and confirm her suspicions. When it had almost been a solid minute of staring in silence, Buffy still didn’t back down.

“I know what you are”

“I- I don’t-”

“You’re a vampire. I’m the Slayer. Together, we’re a match made in Hell” Buffy started to punch you again, but you were more ready this time. Your arm came up instinctively to block her curled fist but nothing connected with your body. Cordelia had stepped in front of you. Her arms crossed. There was no way that someone with that hairstyle was going to be beating up the girl she cared for.

“I’m not a vampire!” you said from behind Cordy.

“Buffy, God, not everything is about you! This is y/n she’s just transferred from-” she started to introduce you but Buffy had to be tough. It was her job. She couldn’t just take your word for it and let you go.

“Move, Cor, or I will move you” Buffy warned. Cordelia was getting on her nerves. First she didn’t believe Angel was a vampire and now you.

“Just... do what she says” You mutter as she swung around, eyes wide. As if you had just grown a second head. She decided this must mean you are a vampire.

“When?” she whispered but there was no time to reply. Buffy was attacking you so quickly all you had to do was blink and she had already left several bruises starting to form on your skin. You could handle yourself on instinct for the most part, but trying to win a fight against a slayer? You had no chance.

You managed to block a few moves but you were lacking on offensive blows. She was just too fast for you. She eventually knocked your feet from under you, your brain taking time to catch up to where you were now in a heap on the floor. She stepped over you with Cordelia screaming and trying to hold Buffy back. Buffy had a wooden stake now as she crouched next to you, the pointed end of the wood starting to become increasingly uncomfortable as it dug into your chest.

“I’m a werewolf! I’m a werewolf!” You shouted, putting your hands up in surrender, “I’m no threat, unless you find me on a full moon! Please don’t put that through my chest!” you plead, pride no longer a worry. Fear of rejection now further down on the immediate list of threats. You let your mouth say whatever it wanted so long as it would get that massive splinter away from your precious heart. You weren’t a vampire, but you were pretty sure a massive object stabbed through your heart wasn’t going to be very healthy.

Buffy paused and you knew she would expect you to prove it in some way, “Look” You mutter, grabbing at the cross that was hanging around her neck as you proved to her that your hand wasn’t starting to steam.

Cordelia’s face was a picture of shock. She had known you weren’t a vampire and hadn’t been sure why Buffy had gone totally psycho (her words). But this? It all made perfect sense now. The secrecy. The way you went missing for those three days every month - she knew it couldn’t have been camping. What a bad excuse. But it didn’t make it any less of a shock to hear.

Buffy mutters an apology getting up and leaving, knowing this wasn’t her conversation to have. She stared at you for a second where you were still sat on the floor after you had been knocked down pleading for your life. Then she left just as abruptly as she had stormed in.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” she exploded, clearly mad that all of this - losing you, feeling so distant from you was down to this. To your shame. You hadn’t even wanted to admit it until you were two seconds away from death.

“I didn’t want you to... hate me” You said softly, “I mean it. Silver bullets have nothing on you - on the pain that I would feel from losing you because of what I am...” you sniffed, looking into the distance rather than at her disappointed face.

“You could have died! That’s way worse” The pitch of her voice climbing several octaves in disbelief. She didn’t think hiding this was worth almost dying over and she told you about it. You squinted at her, she didn’t seem to be cowering from you in fear or not being able to look at you in disgust.

She just appeared to be exasperated that you hadn’t told her something apparently so mundane to her now she knew about demons. She offered a hand to help you up and you took it gladly.

The smile you shared, knowing that you both cared for the other filled you up with hope. Your body glowing from head-to-toe with the possibilities that came with her acceptance. You walked slowly, the moon lit your path as you walked home together.

Maybe you could face the full moon, with her by your side.

#Cordelia Chase #Cordy #Cordy x reader #Cordelia Chase imagine #Cordelia chase x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x reader #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #female reader #angst #werewolf reader #werewolf #Buffy Summers #cordy appreciation week #btvs

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kittybellestark · 4 years

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How Morgan H. Stark Got Her Middle Name

Based off this post of mine.

Tony and Pepper had found out they were expecting, and it was bittersweet. Of course, before the snap, before the world lost over half of it’s population, the couple were talking about the possibility of a child. And then Thanos happened, and Peter died in Tony’s arms. Tony’s world came to a stop at Peter’s death and he was just starting to move on with Pepper when Harley showed up at their door, without a mom or sister, as they’d gone with the snap.

Harley’s arrival helped Tony deal with the grief of losing Peter, but still left a gaping hole in his heart. Tony was just happy to know Harley hadn’t also died when the snap happened. Tony was sure he wouldn’t have been able to handle the loss of both his pseudo-sons.

Tony and Pepper moved forward with their wedding, keeping it small and only with those closest to them, and Tony kept a picture of Peter in his jacket pocket, just over his heart.

Then Pepper told him she was pregnant, and that was the hardest thing yet. They were going to be bringing life into this world, this empty world where so many people died and were still struggling.

They found out they were going to have a little girl and Tony cried from relief. He wasn’t sure that he could raise a son and not compare them to Peter.

They started talking about names and for the first name they chose to stick with Tony’s initial suggestion that came from a dream before either of them knew that Thanos existed. Morgan, after Pepper’s eccentric uncle, Pepper’s favourite uncle, who died before the snap.

“Maybe we could give Morgan the middle name Petra or something along those lines, to honour Peter?” Pepper had suggested.

Tony felt his whole chest seize up, lungs burning. He couldn’t breathe, tears springing to his eyes as his world spun having heard Peter’s name for the first time in way too long. Pepper rushed to Tony’s side helping the man sit down through the sudden panic attack. Tony could hear Peter’s last words, could feel Peter’s body disintegrating in his hands.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t name his daughter after the son he failed. It felt disrespectful. It felt like throwing a bandaid on a wound that was too big and too deep. Tony failed Peter and it would be selfish to pretend otherwise.

While in Tony’s head ur seemed wrong to name Morgan after Peter, Tony still wanted to pay tribute to Peter somehow with his daughter. Wanted Peter to live on somehow, because Tony was the only one left alive who knew Peter Parker and loved Peter Parker.

“I don’t know how I can give Morgan a middle name that pays homage to Peter, without actually giving her a middle name that comes from Peter’s name.” Tony told Harley one day, as the two of them were working on building a house on a lake.

“You used to be scared to help Peter and get close to him, right?” Harley asked after a moments hesitation.

“Of course, with you everything was online and phone calls and visits but with him it was all in person. It felt like a lot more room for error.”

“Something must have convinced you that you wouldn’t ruin Peter, so why not name Morgan after that instead, as a reminder that you can be a good Dad.”

That made things click for Tony, and the perfect middle name for Morgan came to fruition. Tony just needed to talk to Pepper first.

“Harley, you are a genius, and I don’t say thay lightly, I knew there was a reason I kept you around all these years!”

Tony pulled Harley into a hug, happy with his decision.

“Here, I thought you kept me around for my southern charm.”

Once the two were back home -and Tony was in bed with Pepper, the lights dimmed and holding each other as some old movie was playing on the TV- did Tony tell Pepper his idea for a middle name.

“Harley and I talked today. On how we can give Morgan a name that pays homage to Peter. He suggested naming her after whatever convinced me that I could help Peter and have a relationship with him.”

Pepper hummed as she nodded, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek, encouraging to continue on.

“I wouldn’t have been able to have a relationship with Peter if it wasn’t for Harley. When I was still struggling with helping Peter Harley had said, ‘You probably won’t be able to hurt Peter more than he already has been.’ So, I think Morgan’s middle name should be Harley, that way both of them can be honoured.”

“Morgan Harley Stark.” Pepper whispered their daughter’s name. “I like that a lot. I think Harley will too.”

The day Morgan was born was a hard one. She was born August 10th, the same birthday as Peter, a full week after she was supposed to be due. It was like the universe wanted to remind Tony that Morgan was his last chance to do things right. It was a hard day, but such a happy day too.

Pepper was holding their daughter when she told Tony to get Harley out of the waiting room and let him meet the newest member to their family. When the two boys re-entered the room, Pepper have Morgan to Tony, encouraging Harley to come closer to her.

“Do you want to hold her?” Pepper asked.

“What type of brother would I be if I didn’t want to hold her?” Harley laughed before backtracking. “I can be her brother right? That’s no a problem?”

“You can have whatever relationship you want to have with her Harls.” Pepper laughed, having the boy sit down.

“Alright Harley, meet your little sister Morgan Harley Stark.” Tony smiled, handing Morgan off to Harley.

“You named her after me?” Harley’s voice cracked as he looked down to his little sister, thinking about the one he lost and how he’ll treat this one right.

“Harley, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have had the confidence to have a relationship with Peter or to be a Dad now. You wormed you’re way into my heart and forced me to change for the better. So as long as you’re okay with sharing your name with Morgan, we’d really like to keep her middle name as Harley.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can share my name with her. I’m gonna teach her exactly how to live up to her middle name too. She’s a little mini-me now. Can’t take it back.” Harley laughed, wiping away the tears from his eyes. “Morgan Harley Stark.” Harley whispered quietly.

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casino-lights · 5 years

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staci and sasha for the ship breakdown!! loving ur longfic btw

I actually love you thank you so much for reading the longfic 😭 and @foofygoldfish you are a treasure!

These are so much fun to work on! This one is mostly based off my au where the Collapse never happens!

How did they they meet?

Elementary school! Sasha was 6 and Staci was 8 and they played on the playground together. They’ve been inseparable ever since.

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Staci. They were friends with benefits and the arrangement was working quite well until Staci caught feelings and asked Sasha on a proper date. It was absolutely disastrous.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Joey Hudson. She was Sasha’s babysitter for a little while so she kinda saw both Staci and Sasha grow up and she’s known for a while that they’d do anything for each other.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Staci got his work uniform and he went to show Sasha - he wanted to impress her - and she thought he looked pretty damn fine in it. She stood on her tiptoes and pulled him down by the collar for a kiss that turned into sex with feelings, so Sasha decided they should probably have a no-kissing rule to prevent any further... complications. It was a very delicate balance they had.

Who confessed their feelings first?

They kinda did it at the same time. It was after Sasha rescued him from Jacob’s bunker, when they had nothing to lose by saying the L word.

What was their first official date?

Awful, that’s what it was. They went on a picnic dinner, but Staci may have neglected to tell Sasha that he was working that evening. He got called in to a car chase and had to leave ASAP, but not before he accidentally turned his radio on while in a *compromising* position. Oops.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

If they had friends who were in relationships, they’d love it.

What do they do in their down time?

Pre-Reaping: they fuck. Post-Reaping: they’ll read or talk or watch movies... or fuck.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Sasha absolutely adores Staci’s mother, and Staci’s mother absolutely adores Sasha right back. When they told her they were dating, she was beyond thrilled and she hugged Sasha and insisted on making her a whole tres leches cake. When they told Whitehorse they were together, all he said was “thank God, finally” and they reminisced and laughed all night.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

The no-kissing rule. Sasha insisted on it and Staci didn’t like it. They argued, with a little bit of yelling, but they both took deep breaths before they said something they’d regret and they came to a compromise. It’s a no-*face*-kissing rule now.

Which one is more easily made jealous?

Staci. Because Sasha spends so much time helping others, she sometimes stays out too late or shows up late to dates and such. He knows it’s always for a good cause, but he does kinda resent the people she helps for keeping her away from him. He thinks it’d be nice if they solved their own problems for a change.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

Milkshakes. As teenagers, one of their favorite hangouts was getting milkshakes at Chad’s restaurant and driving around the Whitetails.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

They both really enjoy cuddling. Even just as friends, it wasn’t unusual to find them snoozing on the couch together, or to find her sitting with her legs draped across his lap. Of course, as they become a couple the cuddling increased. After what happened during the Reaping, Staci can’t sleep unless he knows Sasha is safe, unless he can see her, unless he can feel her breath against his chest.

Are they hand holders?

Name a kind of PDA and they do it. Gross. I love it.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Remember the friends-with-benefits deal? It started with that kiss I mentioned earlier. They were both clumsy and fumbling but there was a lot of laughter too. They got better over time and began to... experiment. They’ve done some pretty kinky things.

Who tops?

Sasha has topped before, but she considers herself a sub and she gets the most out of an encounter when she’s the bottom. Staci is happy to oblige.

What’s the worst fight they’ve ever gotten into?

It was definitely their first fight. They’ve argued about minor things before but they don’t really have big bad fights since then because Sasha very patiently says “please don’t take that tone with me.” Snaps Staci right out of it.

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Both! They like to do things together, even mundane errands like shopping. Sasha kinda needs Staci to help her reach things on the high shelves, anyway.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Surprisingly, Staci. Sasha can live with controlled clutter, but Staci’s time as Jacob’s prisoner triggered some obsessive anxiety and it’s worse when his space isn’t orderly.

Who proposes?

Sasha. They’re in bed, snuggling and chatting, and she’s overtaken with the urge to say “Marry me.” When he says yes, she takes the ring off the top of a soda can on the bedside table and slips it over the top of his little finger with a shy smile.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

A joint party. They don’t like to be apart from each other for long after the Reaping.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Joey is Staci’s “best man” and Sharky is Sasha’s “maid of honor.” He even volunteered to wear a dress if she really wanted him to.

Big Ceremony or Small?

It’s a decent size, especially because they chose a blended ceremony with some of Sasha’s Jewish traditions *and* some of Staci’s Christian ones. It’s mainly so their parents will be happy - they don’t really think about religion that often - but they do have fun nonetheless.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?

They go to California and spend some time in the sun! They deserve it 😌

Do they have children? How many?

They have two: their oldest, Alex, and his baby sister, Sunny. Their friends say they never look so happy as when they’re with their children.

#long post #foofygoldfish #lust2born #gracelogs #oc: sasha rook #staci pratt #x: it’s always been just you and me #far cry 5 #ship breakdown

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ghoulsandsunflowers · 6 years

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Raindrop Prelude - Chapter 7 (Epilogue)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12988278/chapters/33339309 ___________________________________________________________

Pathetic fallacy, as courtesy of Google, is The attribution of human feelings and responses to inanimate things or animals, especially in art and literature.

Hide remembered learning about it in literature. the use of certain types of weather in fiction would convey the mood of the scene - for example, a storm if it was sad, sunshine if it was happy, so on and so forth.

He couldn't say he was inclined to agree that it had ever applied to his own life.

Hide liked the rain.

He liked the sound of it hammering outside when he was curled up and warm on a sofa with Kaneki snoring gently on his shoulder. He liked the thrill of running through the sleet with kaneki clutching onto his hand, laughing maniacally at the hopelessness of staying dry.

It only seemed appropriate that it rained on Hide and Kaneki's wedding day.

Hide span around and slammed the door shut behind him, panting for breath. as always, the bell above the door rang distantly.

"Ken? Babe? I got your text, is everything okay?"

Usually Kaneki would call out to him from the counter at the back of the shop, but Hide didn't hear anything besides his own deep breaths and the patter of rain on the roof. He brought up his phone to check his text history, just in case Kaneki had replied.

> hide!! are you free right now?

< from the constraints of societal expectations and crushing social pressures? no. am i busy today? also no, whats up

> that sounds like something I'd say. you've been hanging around me too much.

< ken darling i do believe we've been dating for four years now. its too late to get rid of me

< xxxxxxxxxxxxx

> guess im stuck with you, huh. anyhow if youre not busy would you mind coming down to the shop?

< sure thing baaabbee im omw

< do u need me for something?? ur not gonna make me change carry all that compost again are u

< my limp noodle arms cant take it

> maybe. just get over here you donut

> Xxx

There had been no more messages since.

Hide shrugged and slid his phone back into his pocket. Whatever Kaneki wanted, it better have been important. Despite getting the bus to avoid the rain, the walk from the nearest bus stop still left Hide utterly drenched.

(Who was he kidding, Hide would have come over in a hurricane even if Kaneki just wanted a back rub.)

He trudged through the shop as he had hundreds of times before. It wasn't hugely different from his first time visiting, though he was proud to say his influence had certainly called for some changes. He'd convinced Kaneki to repaint the door after months of insisting it would boost business. There was bunting hanging off the walls from when Hide had surprised Kaneki on his birthday and neither of them had the heart to take it down afterwards.

There was also now an additional chair perched in front of the counter, for when Hide visited for either a chat with a coffee, or to serenade Kaneki with an old second hand guitar that lived in the back room of the shop.

Hide had also tried serenading customers.

Hide was now banned from serenading customers.

From where he was, Hide could make out the counter, as well as the distinct lack of a certain somebody behind it.

"Kaneki? You alright? Are you in the back?"

No response.

The closer Hide got to the counter, the more he noticed how much less it looked as to usual. "Usual" meaning dusted with soil, a till hastily pushed to the far side by discarded flower ends, tools and unwashed coffee mugs.

Instead, the top had been wiped clean. More noticeably, it was decorated with sunflower petals, lovingly spread over the otherwise empty surface. Sitting in the middle was a small black box. An open black box. Resting on a bed of red velvet was a simple gold band.

Hide barely heard his own voice over the thumping of his own heart against his ribcage.

"K...Kaneki?"

He heard someone clear their throat from behind the counter. Trying his best to stay calm, Hide took slow shaky steps round to the back of the counter.

Kaneki was there, bent down onto one knee. His face was bright red, and Hide could see him steady his own breathing to try and keep calm. He was wearing pinstripe trousers and a cream dress shirt underneath his classic work apron, which was unusually clean. It was the single stupidest and cutest thing Hide had ever seen.

Both of them had yet to say anything more.

Kaneki stared up at Hide, who had brought one hand up to cover his mouth and the other grasping his elbow.

Hide stared down at Kaneki, who eventually gulped, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Hid-Hideyoshi, ever since I met you at this counter, since you came into my life, I - I have been happier than I ever had before. Could you - um - w-would you please make-" he stopped for breath and looked up to meet Hide's eyes. "If you wouldn't mind, I want to spend the rest of my life as happy as you've made me now, and make you as happy in turn. C-could I have the honour of making you my husband?" Kaneki looked down and fiddled with his thumbs, adding a tiny "please" under his breath.

Hide burst into tears.

The rain began to fall before either Hide or Kaneki had woken up on the morning they were to be married. The first thing Hide remembered of that day was being shaken gently awake by Kaneki.

"Hey, Hide. Wake up."

"Mmph. Five more minutes."

"Get your head out the pillow," he laughed gently. "Do you want to be late for your own wedding?"

Hide lifted his head from the pillow, only to bury it in the crook of Kaneki's neck and sigh, wrapping his arms around his back and closing his eyes.

"We can reschedule. I hear next week has good weather," he murmured, dropping a sleepy kiss underneath Kaneki's jawline.

Kaneki hummed appreciatively and brought a hand up to thread through Hide's hair.

"I'd rather not. I'm happy with the weather we have today."

"You’d better be. Only the best for the most beautiful boy in the world."

Kaneki's chest bounced with silent laughter. "Why thankyou, Hide."

"Who says I was talking about you."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding," Hide lifted his face and brought his arms up so that his hands cupped Kaneki's cheeks. "You're perfect. God, I can't believe you're letting me marry you." Hide allowed a sleepy grin to spread across his face.

"Me neither," Kaneki agreed. "But at this rate it won't happen. Get your cute butt out of bed before I have to use brute force."

"You think my butt is cute?"

"I'm never complimenting you again."

"Fine, fine. I'll get up. For a kiss."

Kaneki raised an eyebrow. "You'll be getting one later if only you'd move, Hide."

"I'm gonna get out of bed! I swear! But I am a goblin who needs payment for the simplest of tasks." Hide pouted and patted his lips with one finger. "My price."

Kaneki sighed with a small smile before leaning down to peck Hide on the nose, who scrunched up his face in response. Kaneki sniggered and moved down to press his lips onto Hide's.

"Better," Hide mused once Kaneki had moved away and sat back up. "I guess I can move now." He propped himself up on his elbows and, with great effort, heaved himself into a sitting position. He looked past Kaneki to the window, though which he decided that Kaneki's evaluation of the weather had not been entirely accurate.

"It's raining!" Hide wailed dramatically, flinging himself over Kaneki's lap. "The whole day is ruined! And after I’d planned it so perfectly."

Kaneki laughed and hoisted Hide up so he was sitting up again, though allowing him to rest on his shoulder.

"You had a plan for today? That doesn't sound like you."

"Don't be rude! Of course I did. I go down the aisle in heelies, you're so love struck that it takes four attempts to get your vows out. After you do, we go for the wedding reception that was paid for entirely by a lawsuit that I filed after slipping in KFC where they didn't put down a wet floor sign."

Kaneki raised his eyebrows skeptically as if to say "go on".

"Once the guests leave, I carry you back to our hotel room to make love to my gorgeous husband. We never get round to it because you can't stop laughing at my dick, so we eventually give up and watch Shark Tale instead. Then we fall asleep in each other's arms, and it's the romantic thing ever."

Kaneki nodded slowly, looking pensive.

"That could work. Except you know i couldn't laugh at your dick. I exhausted myself after the first five times I saw it."

Hide rolled his eyes. "Oh ha ha. eat my ass, Ken doll."

"Maybe later."

"Oh, you-" Hide gave Kaneki a light push, who laughed and stuck his tongue out.

After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, Kaneki spoke up.

"Now I don't want to get up. I blame you entirely."

"It's not my fault being in bed with me is so thrilling. But no need to worry, it'll be here when you get back. And I'll be in it as an added bonus."

Kaneki laughed, light and sweet. "What, you'll just be chilling there and waiting for me?"

Hide nodded. "Absolutely. And again tomorrow night." He kissed Kaneki gently on the lips. "And then the night after that." He brought his lips down to Kaneki's jaw. "And the night after that." He smiled against Kaneki's collarbone. "And the night after that." Chest. "And after that." Hide kissed down to his stomach.

"Save it!" Hide barely had time to shield his head before Kaneki whopped him with a pillow.

"Hey!"

"No unnecessarily sexy behaviour before eight am. Not when we have more important things to be doing," Kaneki scolded with a grin.

"You're the boss," came Hide's muffled reply, face still squished against Kaneki's stomach.

When neither of them made to move, they burst out laughing.

"Good to see how well we motivate each other, huh," Kaneki mused.

"Oh Ken," Hide sighed, reaching to hold Kaneki's left hand and run his thumb along the ring gleaming on his fourth finger. He looked up and into Kaneki's eyes with a smile he thought he could never be able to wipe off his face.

"I can't wait to grow old with you."

Sometimes Hide wondered what his life would have been like if things had been ever so slightly different. Say, if he'd gone into a different shop to shelter from the rain that fateful day, or if someone else had been working the till.

They say ignorance is bliss, and Hide had never welcomed ignorance so lovingly.

Hide would never know what it would have been like if he'd continued smoking for the rest of his life. He didn't know if he'd ever have been able, or willing, to quit on his own.

He would never know what it would have been like to wake up to an empty bed for the years to come, without a warm body to hold.

He would never know what it would have been like to have noone tell him they loved him. And he may have never got to say it back.

Hide didn't know a lot of things.

Some things, he did.

He now knew that the guitar part for Wonderwall is not that hard. (He also knew that if he didn't get his shit together and learn a different song, he might find his guitar mysteriously smashed to pieces.)

He knew that quitting his job at that café was a good idea after all, and opening a quaint little botanical gardens with Kaneki had been his best career move yet.

He knew that terrible movies were ten times the fun with someone to laugh at them with. Or cry. Or just be emotionally open in general.

They had both been happy with this development.

He knew that his new favourite author was Oscar Wilde, and that Kaneki's favourite composer was Stravinsky.

He knew where he liked to be kissed and touched, and how to love Kaneki in turn.

He knew that he was loved, and that was something he had never known before.

Hide was, undeniably, indisputably happy.

It was fine to not know things, he supposed.

After all, that's what the future is for.

#thats a wrap!! thank u for reading <3 #hidekane #fic #raindrop prelude #hideyoshi nagachika #ken kaneki #kanehide

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outerbankies · 3 years

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i have finally gathered my thoughts and i need to discuss some of my fav parts of the new blurb w you even tho i am obsessed with the whole thing!!!! ps sorry this may come across as word vomit and make no sense i’m just v excited about this one 🥰 okkkk so:

- rafe & dylan’s relationship is the sweetest ever!!! i love that they’re getting closer and that it’s turning into like a little / big brother the both of them never had growing up and dylan just knows how much rafe really does love his sister!!!! 😩 ps love that rafe has now taken both of the siblings on a pit spot to papi’s lol

- the comparisons between theo (yuck) & rafe especially the “he couldn’t change your tyre but he called triple a” & “theo would never climb the vined lattice to your second story window or dare to sneak up the main staircase not after wilbur barked at him for the third straight time” i loved that so much because even when she thought it was someone else in the end it was always going to be rafe in the end and this just proves it!!!!! 🤍

- the fight with kelce :(((( besties really were fightinggggg!!!! but when he still answered to her straight away when she called him after theo left her because he loves her forever even tho he’s pissed! he is literally her bestest friend (besides rafe but duh) and i love their friendship so so much!!!! ps after the said fight gretchen’s “that’s all you ever fucking do rafe, nothing” made me DIE like you tell him girly !

- rafe and william both having the same troubled relationship with their dad’s is sooo sad but at the same time i love that they had the little bonding moment and william telling rafe all about how he left because he fell in love and that finally encouraging rafe to step away from ward!!!!! they’re going back to cali baby!!!!! ☺️✨ but the “i’m willing to bet y/n’s asleep if she let you out of her sight” even her dad knows she is in loooove with him hahaha

- wilbur!!!!!!!! her not telling rafe that he’ll be there because she knows that would make him less nervous!!!!! cutest thing ever

some other honourable mentions are the ig stories at the start, y/n meltingggg about him holding the baby, rafe renting the white jeep because he knows she misses hers, the conversation they had about who liked who first and him getting the harry potter collection just to give them to her, dylan being a little shit the whole time, rafe defending her in front of june !

i could go on and i know i have missed some other things that i loved because i honestly didn’t want it to end!!! but these are all things that i can think of for now and sorry i have rambled and these probably make no sense at all but i just wanted to share them with you lol so thank u for writing yet another incredible blurb bestie ! this is literally my favorite fic ever ever everrrrr and i’ll never ever get over the two of them … :) 🤍

guys pls don’t everrrr apologize for asks like this. as a writer, responses like this are literally the best thing i could ever hope for when putting my fics out into the world. i love that you guys spend so much time thinking about it and typing out your thoughts so i can read them too. so thank you!

- yes haha i really wanted to build out dylan and rafe’s relationship but also show thru rafe’s pov how he and y/n (and her dad later) are alike and how they care for each other but like. in an annoying sibling way lol

- so glad you caught onto that part! yeah i really wanted to drive home that she would’ve never ended up with a guy like theo if she wasn’t trying to downplay her rafe feelings because he’s like the anti-rafe in so many ways

- ugh listen i was so conflicted because since kelce did have such a big role in the theo thing back in the day i did kinda wanna include him in this part but i just couldn’t figure it out for some reason. but just know that rafe made a joke that he texted the boys theo was there and they offered to come help best his ass and y/n was like wait… tell me ur joking like you know they will actually come don’t you

- yeah i really wanted to bring that up again because i did kinda mention it in the very last part of the fic when rafe and her dad talk. i think her dad kinda realizing what he goes thru and that he can relate is what changed his view of him from when rafe was a teenager

- wilbur is his emotional support dog it’s true

again thank you thank you thank you this made me feel so warm

#answered #new light hcs

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mel-the-fangirl · 7 years

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Snapshot - Requested

Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 2,576

Requested by: anonymous (You’ve been waiting for this for such a long time and I am really sorry.)

“a harry x reader fic where ur friends and u were crying and for some reason he took a picture and posted it without your permission and u get a lot of hate about it and u find out about the pic while with harry and u get really upset about with him and make him leave your trailer (can you be a part of the SM:HC cast?) and he feels really really bad so he comes back later to apologise and he finds u cryin and sobbing in ur trailer bc of the hate and he comforts you and cuddles and hugs?”

Hello!!! I have another week off so I’m kinda taking it easy since school has been really tough lately. I’ll try and post as often as I can. Oh, and also I really want to thank everyone because I know I haven’t been so active lately and instead of losing followers like I expected I would, I’m actually gaining them and honestly, thank you all so much!!! I hope you like this one! xx

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Your first big break, so to speak, and it was going to be on what was predicted to be this year’s biggest superhero film,

Spider-man: Homecoming.

It was luck, or divine intervention, or good karma, or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Imagine it though, you had auditioned so many times, along with hundreds of different, more qualified people but you were the one who got a call back and you were casted!

Being a huge fan of both the comics and the cinematic universe, it was such an honour to get any role on this film. You were cast as Betty Brant, one of Midtown Tech’s smartest, most popular girls and best friends with Liz Allen, Peter Parker’s love interest. Although you didn’t have as many lines or scenes as you would have liked, you were beyond grateful and excited for everything to happen.

It was only a few days since filming officially started but a bond was immediately formed between everyone, the importance of everyone’s roles or how big of a star they were didn't matter. You were all just kids having an extraordinary time.

On one of your lunch breaks, you found yourself huddled in your trailer that you shared with another actress on the film who played one of the decathlon kids, but since she had a scene to shoot, you were left to your own devices.

You were supposed to be memorising your lines for later but the film playing on TV won your attention.

With your knees hugged close to your chest, tears dropped onto the blanket you had draped over yourself. You just couldn't wrap your head around the concept of why there were some films that revolved around dogs or any other animals dying.

Marley and Me was one such film. Onscreen, Owen Wilson’s family were beginning to say their goodbyes to their beloved Labrador and at that point you were already desperately trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Good bye, clearance puppy.” Jennifer Aniston tearfully uttered

With that, you were a goner.

The overflowing dam of tears you’d worked so hard to hold together finally broke wide open, unleashing streaks of white hot tears upon your red cheeks.

“Stupid, stupid film.” you muttered, wiping at the corners of your eyes angrily

Unbeknownst to you, the door to trailer was slightly ajar, with one Harry Holland sneakily snapping pictures of you while you cried with everything you had. Without your consent, he posted the photo on his Instagram for his thousands of followers to see.

“Didn’t know she was a weeper.” Harry captioned the photo and immediately tucked his phone back into his pocket

“Y/N?” he proceeded to knock, feigning innocence

The credits have been rolling for a good five minutes but you were still in tears and you just let them roll down your cheeks. You didn’t have to hide from Harry. The two of you became best buds in such a short time, since you were both around the same age.

As he approached you, he started to feel a little bad about posting your picture, but that didn’t mean he was going to fess up right then. He took the seat next to you and offered you his jacket sleeve to blow your nose on. If it were any other day, you would’ve given him a funny look, why would he want your snot all over his sleeve?

But since you were highly emotional and Harry was feeling guilty, you took his sleeve and he let you. You blew your nose, hard, complete with comical honking noises. Harry winced but said nothing, he turned his attention to the TV still rolling credits.

“I'm guessing that's what got you crying?” he asked, wondering what film it could've been

“It was a horrible film, Harry. Like…” you trailed off, grabbing his sleeve once again

He recoiled from your grabby hands and took his jacket off, handing it to you with a sheepish smile.

“And what film would that be, love?”

“Marley and Me.” you replied, blowing your nose again

Harry tried, I mean he really tried not laugh but it failed miserably. He let out a big laugh that was short-lived once he saw the expression on your face, that’s when he thought it wise to shut his mouth.

“Thought so.” you muttered, grabbing your phone to raise it to your face so you could see the damage done

Harry felt his heart rate pick up. All of a sudden he didn’t want you to see what he did, because he had a feeling you wouldn’t be laughing with him.

As if God had tuned in directly to his line of thought, he heard you say,

“Shit. My phone’s dead.”

You rushed out of your seat to plug your phone in, also catching a glimpse at the wall clock.

“Shit! Harry, I’ve gotta get to hair and make-up. I’ll catch up with you later.”

The door shut behind you and Harry breathed out a sigh of relief, he definitely had to take that picture down before you saw it. And that’s what he did, he took the picture down in seconds, it only lasted on his page for a solid twenty minutes.

But, alas, this was the internet and twenty minutes was just enough for everyone to see it and give out their opinions that no one asked for. It’s just a shame that Harry kept his phone too quickly, not even stopping to check on the numerous notifications that popped up since he posted your picture.

That wasn’t the issue though, the problem was what was on your phone, Harry glanced at it as it harmlessly rested on one of the counters. He didn’t have the chance to check on it as Tom walked inside the trailer.

“Y/N told me I’d find you here.” Tom smirked, crossing his arms over his chest

That snarky look on his older brother’s face would’ve ticked him off if he wasn’t so distracted.

“What?” Harry asked, trying to get around to your phone. Tom immediately noticed this.

“Oh, oh, hey.” Tom swung around and swiftly grabbed your phone, out of Harry’s reach

“Rule number one, mate. Never touch a girl’s phone without her permission.” he held your phone behind his back, expertly dodging his younger brother’s attempt at snatching it away

“Tom, wait-”

“You just leave it alone. Now come on. I need something to eat, catering’s down.” Tom grabbed Harry by the shoulders and steered him out your trailer door, despite his blubbering protests.

Harry gave your phone one last hopeless look before heading out with his annoying older brother.

“Y/N! That was great! Thank you, I think you’re done for the day.”

You gave Laura and Jon a hug before dutifully retiring to your trailer. Maybe one of the upsides to having a small role was that you got to head home before everyone else, actually, scratch that, it was definitely one of the upsides. Tom was always whining like the boy man child he was, about how exhausted the whole thing was for him.

You stretched your arms above your head as you walked through the lot, wondering what the rest of the day had in store for you. Your trailer was just how you left it earlier, your phone was still plugged into the socket.

You were just about to turn it back on when Harry came bursting through the door.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, like he’d just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar

“Well, hello to you too, Harry.” you greeted him, regarding him cautiously. He looked a little shaken up.

Harry took a step towards you as you placed your finger on your phone’s power button, you eyed him warily. Just to test your theory, you lifted your finger from the button and placed it back, making him take another step towards you.

“Okay. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing! Nothing! What’s going on, Y/N?”

“What?”

The two of you shared confused looks then you burst out laughing.

“Harry, you are so weird!” you told him, finally powering on your phone

“Wait, Y/N. Uh, maybe-”

You held up a finger to silence him as you began to scroll through your hundreds of Instagram notifications. It was strange, you’ve never gotten this many in like, ever. Maybe you did, once when you posted that selfie with Zendaya and Tom the very first day of filming but that was a few days ago, what could all this be about?

Reading each comment carefully, you were shocked to see so many people you didn’t know saying such hurtful things about you. Most of them didn’t make any sense but the ones that did and the ones that were very eloquent in stating their hatred for you brought tears to your eyes.

Harry audibly gulped, he wrung his hands together in an attempt to curb his discomfort.

“What, what is this?” you shakily muttered, sniffling as you quickly swiped down, trying to get to the photo that everyone was hating on you for.

When you finally got to the top, you were shocked to see a picture from earlier today, with you sitting on your trailer couch, bawling your eyes out in front of the TV. You slowly lifted your gaze to Harry, and your eyes began to burn with anger.

“Why would you post this?!” you yelled, thrusting your phone towards him

He didn’t get the chance to pry it out of your hands as you began scrolling through the comments again.

“I took it down, Y/N. I’m sure I did.” Harry said in his defense

“‘What right does she have to be crying like that when she gets to hang out with Tom and Harry. What an ungrateful bitch.’” you read out one of the comments for Harry to hear

“‘What an ugly dumb ass hoe’?” your voice rose an octave higher. You just could not for the life of you find out why these people were being so cruel.

“Please just stop reading, Y/N. I don’t want to hear any more.” Harry said, running a hand down his face

“You don’t want to hear it anymore?!”

The fucking nerve of him to say that! This was his doing! This was his idiocy at work!

“Why the hell would you even do this, Harry?! I just, I don’t get it!” you yelled, tightening your grip on your phone, you wanted to chuck it at him

Harry was at a loss. He couldn’t muster up the courage to answer your questions, mostly because he didn’t really have a good reason. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, it just.. Backfired. Horribly.

“I am really sorry, Y/N. I am so so sorry. I didn’t know people were going to react like this. Y/N, please, I am so sorry. I-”

“Leave.” you cut him off, feeling like you were going to lose your head if he didn’t leave you alone.

“Y/N, come on. Just-”

“Harry, please go. Now.”

The steely look in your eyes made his heart plummet to the floor as he began to walk to the door. Harry had to do what you said. It was all his fault, it was the least he could do now. He stepped out into the bright afternoon, and he bumped right into Tom.

“What have you gone and done now, Harry?” Tom asked, scrolling down on his phone. Looking at all the hate you got, no doubt.

“Not now, Tom.” Harry grumbled, leaning against the walls of your trailer

Tom looked at his brother incredulously, “You’re bloody right, not now, you arse. Get in there and apologise!”

“She doesn’t want to see me.”

“Well, I don’t blame her! What the fuck were you thinking posting her picture like that?”

Harry definitely wasn’t feeling the big brother hat Tom was wearing right now. He knew he was in deep shit with you and he knew he needed to apologise.

“I wasn’t thinking! Alright! That’s what you want to hear and that’s the fucking truth. I’m an arse, I know!” he snapped, rubbing his temples

“Right. Well, it’s good that you know. Now go and do something about it. Apologise.” Tom yanked your trailer door open and shoved Harry inside

You heard a dull thud from where you stood inside the bathroom. You ignored it and clutched the edge of the sink tightly, knuckles almost turning white.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths.” you chanted to yourself, trying to hold yourself together

It wasn’t very helpful though. Tears were still making their way down your cheeks, you really wished that you hadn’t read all of those comments. You really fucking wished Harry wasn’t such an idiot.

“Y/N?”

Speak of the camera-wielding devil. A tired sigh left your lips as you turned to face him, you kept one hand on the sink for support.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave?”

Guilt once again knocked into Harry’s senses, stronger this time. The skin near your eyes was red from how harshly you had wiped your tears away but more was still coming. Harry cleared his throat and tried his best to efficiently verbalise what he needed to say.

“You did but I need to apologise, Y/N. What I did was stupid, and insensitive, and senseless. And I’m an idiot.” he hastily added that last part

You definitely agreed with him, nodding your head for him to continue.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. Please forgive me. I’ll get down on my knees if it would make you feel better.” Harry pleaded with you, his eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of forgiveness

You regarded him apprehensively. The whole thing really brought you down, even though it was ridiculous to listen to the famed “keyboard warriors.” You were new at this, and it was going to take some time for you to fully get over your so-called “haters.”

“Help me to the couch please? I’m feeling shaky.” you extended your hand out to him without letting go of the sink

Harry took your hand in his and his gentle touch brought a sense of calm to you, even though he was the root of all of this. He guided you gently to the couch and draped a blanket over you.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the space next to you

“Sure.”

As he sat down, you found yourself inching toward the heat that radiated off him, all the crying made you cold somehow.

“May I?” Harry asked again, extending his arms towards you

The fucker was being too cute. You rolled your eyes at him but nodded anyway and it turned out to be the right call. Warmth began to seep through your body and you nuzzled your head into his chest appreciatively.

“I’m really sorry, okay? I will never ever do that ever again.” Harry whispered to you, running his fingers along the length of your back

“The only pictures you’re posting of me next time are extremely flattering selfies, do you understand me?” you looked up at him pointedly

Harry nodded earnestly and placed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, much to your surprise. You stared at him in shock but he just smiled at you cheekily.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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james-a-b · 7 years

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hey you don’t mind if i unload a fuck ton of shit on u do you?

good thanks i didn’t think so. today i’m talking about shit friends and the reasons i am one of those. this is gonna be a long ass essay so buckle in

right so i guess writing is cathartic and the entire idea of a therapist is to have someone to unload your shit onto. This is like, free therapy. so thanks in advance, or whatever. this is going to be a long, rambling essay on Why Im A Shit Friend, and i’m going to start by diving right into the deep end with the shit that went down around Caitlyn. Next up will be Lyssa and why i don’t deserve such a great best friend, and then so on, and finally my conclusion. i don’t really give a shit who reads this right now, so if ur curious go the fuck right ahead

a lot of shit went down with Caitlyn in grade 12. she’s... she was one of my best friends, from 12 to 18, and i miss her. i also tried to call her today, but i think she still hates me. What happened was this: there was a boy. i know how that sounds, at first, but neither of us had any romantic interest in him. he’d been our friend since grade 7, and was closer to Caitlyn than me. I guess he’d decided he liked her sometime while i was away at private school (i was gone for five years), and instead of being a normal human and respecting her refusal he decided to pester her until she said yes. She never said yes, but she did cut him out of her life as much as she could. And then I walked back in, not knowing why they weren’t talking. I asked so many times, and neither of them would answer. Caitlyn told me i shouldn’t be friends with him, and that just made me confused. I didn’t take her seriously, because i didn’t know what had happened. so i kept talking to him, and she drifted away from me.

i suppose she cut me out of her life as well because she felt hurt that i didn’t listen to her. i should have, but how could i have known when she wouldn’t tell me what he’d done? For all I knew they could have had a disagreement about which zelda game was the best or something. Caitlyn was both stubborn and dramatic, after all, and Jory behaved as though whatever happened wasn’t a big deal. so I didn’t listen to her, she cut me out of her life, and then Jory got a crush on me. And again, instead of being a normal human, he tried to trick me into saying yes. I endured months of this, because i am nothing if not loyal to my friends, but it came to the point where everything was soured by him. So I did what I had to do and cut him out of my life. It was hard. We’d grown close over that year, because neither of us had other friends who weren’t busy or hiding from us.

But I cut him out of my life, and i called Caitlyn, because she had done the same thing and i wanted to complain about him and tell her that she was right. she was.. very cold on the phone, though i didn’t know why at the time, and that was the last time she answered a call from me in over a year. I didn’t realize she was purposefully ignoring me at first. it took me about eight months to realize, actually, because we rarely called each other but when we did we would talk for hours. I figured I was just calling at the wrong times.

I got in contact eventually, having accidentally embarrassed her into accepting my call by trying to fix things in public. I don’t regret it much, because we needed to have a talk. I missed her friendship so much. And i called that night, and found out she was angry at me, because i didn’t listen to her warning. i hadn’t once considered this might be the case, had just assumed she was avoiding me because i kept talking about him. we had a talk. I cried, i wanted us to try to be friends. She was more than a little reluctant. I can understand why, but nothing that happened was anything i wanted. if i could go back in time and heed that warning, i would.

it’s been half a year since that phone call, in which she eventually said that yes, she would let me try to fix our friendship. Today’s call was the first since then. I was kind of upset with her, too, for being willing to cut me out of her life over this. I didn’t want to call until I could forgive her, and she never called me. I don’t know if we’ll ever manage to fix our friendship, which was once one of the closest i’ve ever had.

i contacted Jory after eight months of silence on my end because i wanted to show him i didn’t need him in my life. I wanted him to know I was moving on. But i kept contact, and while i haven’t forgiven him for what he did to Caitlyn and I, he is my friend. And I don’t treat him well. He is the sort of friend who will go along with whatever you say, for the most part. And I boss him around a lot, i think. I never want to hang out in person. Sometimes i feel like i am using him as some sort of placeholder friend, like i’m waiting for someone better to come and take his place in my life. And whatever he has done, that’s not fair to him. And i hate doing it, i hate feeling like i’m doing it, but i don’t know what else there is. This is how our friendship has been for a long time, all teasing and banter and me bossing him around, and sometimes it feels wrong but I don’t know what to do about it. I tell him close to everything, i am more open with him than i am with any other friend, he probably knows me better than my best friend does. But he isn’t my best friend. I tell him these things because, quite simply, he’s there to listen to it.

My best friend is always busy, it seems. I love her, but we rarely hang out, and we never talk about important stuff. I wish we could. I want to tell her about the scars i inflicted on myself when i was younger, and the empty feeling i get when my depression hits, and i want to talk to her about the things that interest me. And i want her to do the same in return. We’ve been friends since we were six years old, but there have been years in which we didn’t talk at all. I think the entirety of middle school went by without contact between us, and I am truly only in contact with her now because our moms were friends, and our sisters. I remember being in grade four, asking if we could play sometime else because i was in the middle of a book. I wish i’d put the book down instead. It’s seemed like she has been busy ever since then. I don’t think I even know what her favourite colour is. She knows mine is blue.

I am gratified by the fact that Lyssa’s anxiety doesn’t stop her from letting me see her at her worst, but I can’t help but wonder how I could possibly deserve that. I didn’t try to keep in touch or make time for her when we were younger. I should’ve. God, i should’ve. I wasn’t there for her when her dad started being a worse asshole than before. I Wasn’t there when her parents split, or when her dad left town, or when she broke up with her boyfriend for the first time. I didn’t even know he existed until they’d been dating on and off for a few years. But she says I will be their child’s uncle one day, and I will be her man of honour, and I don’t know how i could possibly deserve this.

In grade 9 i dated a boy. He was just like me, only (i thought) the opposite gender, and maybe with a few mental problems I didn’t have. We were good friends, but I didn’t like him romantically. It was my first experience with anyone liking me, and i didn’t know what to do, so I agreed to be his girlfriend and wished the feelings would grow from there. They didn’t. A year after that his tics got so bad he switched schools, and i haven’t spoken to him much since. I regret that. We were so similar, and i believe it’s rare to find someone like that. We could have known each other as well as we knew ourselves, if we had time and talked about important things instead of playing tag or whatever we did.

To summarize... I’ve managed to fuck up all of my close friendships in some way or another and god i hate it. i wish i could go back to before things went wrong with anyone. Maybe some things can be fixed, but the lost time can never be regained. And if i could only say these things out loud, if everyone i’ve wronged understood that i didn’t mean to, if they could forgive me for being so shit? well. i’d still not deserve them. And maybe that’s depression or insecurity talking, but does it really matter? It’s true.

glad we had this talk, or something. bye

#op #mine #i feel like shit #im a shitty friend #etc #more tags like that #what was my rant tag called fuck #tired rants #thats what it was #me talking #thanks for being my therapist

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kristallioness · 7 years

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Holding a grudge

Summary: Aang comforts Katara after everything that's happened at the Southern Water Tribe.

Word count: 1,743

Author's note: The first 11 pages of "North and South: Part Three" gave me so many happy feels. I really loved that moment where Aang and Katara waterbended together and how the two of them spent time with Hakoda. So I started thinking and wondering what happened during the night (after Malina goes to see Hakoda) and before morning (when Aang and Katara go to teach the girls with Pakku). This would be how I imagined the events unfolding. I just felt like writing again after a long while and my writing juices were flowing in all the right directions.. I didn't even need to edit a lot, the text came together from beginning to end exactly how I put it down in this order - I'm proud of that. Also, I shed a few tears while writing the beginning of this story.

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Katara watched how Malina entered her Gran Gran's hut to talk to her dad before she turned around with a very audible huff and began heading towards her and Sokka's temporary igloo.

"Sweetie, wait up!" Aang hurried right behind her. He slowed his pace to hers once they were walking side by side. Katara glanced at him from the corner of her eye, his brows furrowed with worry about her state, but his lips formed into a caring smile. He was ready to talk and support her if she wanted to.

"Aang, I wanna be alone right now," she puffed out a bit too angrily. The airbender stopped in his tracks. This wasn't the Katara he knew, which was why he wasn't going to give up so easily. They'd been separated for awhile, he knew how much she missed him. The feeling was mutual, or so he thought since the waterbender suddenly stood still as well. Katara didn't turn around to look at Aang, who remained standing a couple of steps behind her. She was pondering over what she'd just said to him exactly like he was thinking how to answer.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, the sound of his voice barely above a whisper, like he was asking that from himself. She lowered her head a little and crossed her arms, slowly beginning to rub them to keep herself warm.

"Because, I can find another place to stay for the night if you.. you know. Wanna be alone," Aang reasoned, understanding that her mind must be going through hell tonight and she really needs some time to sort things out by herself. The soft crunching of the snow as he took a few steps closer was proof of how he was trying to reach out to her. Katara remained silent, but jumped a little when Aang laid his hands on her shoulders. She raised her head a bit and met a familiar pair of shimmering grey eyes staring right back at her. Another moment later, the sniffing of the waterbender filled the quiet street.

"Katara? Did I upset you? I'm sorry!.." Aang wondered in surprise when tears fell down her cheeks. She allowed him to wipe them off though. He gently ran his thumb across her face, but the work he was trying to accomplish didn't seem to help since the dried spots were soon replaced with fresh streaks. She'd already cried enough for one night, she promised herself this would be the last time.

"No.. Ah-aand no.. I don't wanna be alone," Katara said before she wrapped her arms around his neck and continued sniffling into his robes. Aang pulled her into a tight embrace and attempted to comfort her by tenderly stroking her back and gently swaying her from left to right. She didn't care that Sokka and Toph were watching them tens of feet away, or that maybe some of the inhabitants in the houses nearby observed their display of affection.

"Sshh! It's okay.." Aang whispered into her ear and placed a gentle kiss on her head. That gesture reminded Katara just how much she'd missed him. Also, it made her wonder what she possibly could've done to deserve this. This kind of love, to be exact.

"S-sorry.. now you-ur robe is wet," was the first thing she managed to mumble into his clothing. Aang stared at the slightly damp spot on the red cape, but quickly averted his eyes onto hers once she slightly tilted her head to see his face. Her diamond blue eyes were decorated with tiny drops of water, too.

"Heh.. that's okay, sweetie," he chuckled, offering her a loving smile while caressing her left cheek with the back of his hand to dry it off. Katara supported her head against his shoulder again, burying into the crook of his neck.

"Should we head to your and Sokka's place now? Get some rest?" the airbender asked after her crying had ceased for a minute or two already, even though she hadn't released her hold. The waterbender nodded against his neck and took a step back to give him some space. She lowered her hands by slowly running them over his shoulders, across his chest, until they landed into the palms of his own. The young lovers' hands remained entwined as they headed home to spend the first night at the Southern Water Tribe together. That is if you could call an angular building, which mimicked the culture of your sister tribe in a cheap way and was just one in a row of another dozen similar buildings, home.

"This seems.. different. But familiar at the same time," Aang commented as Katara pushed the door leading to her room open.

"Finally! Someone else who can sense that this isn't right," she exclaimed, plopping down on her bed.

"Everything looks a little bit off, like.. like..?" Aang scratched the back of his head, taking a minute to observe the furniture in there. He couldn't find the right words to describe the feeling.

"Like we're in the Northern Water Tribe?" the waterbender immediately finished for him, her tone sounding rather resentful.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."

"You see.. that's the problem, sweetie. This just doesn't feel like home anymore. It's almost like we're still in the Northern Water Tribe learning waterbending together during the war. Except that the war is over, we're masters and the Southern Water Tribe.. is no more," Katara sat up on the edge of her bed, laying her hands in her lap. She fiddled with her fingers in silence while Aang made his way to her side and took a seat. She simply.. looked so sad. That's the only way to put it. The airbender couldn't think of anything else but cheering her up. He sighed.

"I can understand what you're going through, Katara," he placed a hand on top of both her own, gently rubbing her knuckles. He noticed how she took a deep breath.

"Remember how much pain I felt when I found out what'd happened to my home, to my people?"

Katara raised her head. By then, she was gazing deep into his eyes while listening to him. She knew very well what a painful topic this was for both of them. She didn't reject his opinion now, unlike the last time when she wanted to go on her own little field trip with Zuko.

"I agree that the damage has been done, but this time it's not permanent. The southerners are still alive, your people are still here, and you still have a tribe. It's just a little bit different now. But the two of us, we can help change it, make everything better again. We can help rebuild this city so it'd have a more southern look to it. We can educate the northerners, teach them to respect your culture. Just like I began teaching the acolytes about the Air Nation," Aang offered. Katara lifted a hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You'd really help me do all of that?" her eyes sparkled in a very unique way when she asked that. Aang noticed something familiar in there, something he hadn't seen since the incident back at the festival. He recognized what it was - hope.

"I mean, of course it'd take some time before we start seeing any progress, but.. This here is your home, Katara. And I won't let anyone destroy your culture or hurt your people. Promise," he cupped her cheek with his free hand. Katara closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating against her face from the palm of his hand, after which she enveloped him in another hug.

"Thank you, Aang.. I love you so much."

"You're most welcome. I love you too, Katara," he snuggled into her coat, taking a moment to breathe in her sweet smell. He'd forgotten how it reminded him of winter - a mix of cold fresh air, the snowflakes that'd covered them earlier as well as something that was just so Katara. Once they let go of each other, Aang's gaze remained on the empty bed opposite to them. The one that was meant to be reserved for him.

"How come Sokka doesn't sleep here?"

"A girl does need some privacy, after all. Besides, I can't think straight through his loud snoring," Katara smirked, her last comment made Aang laugh.

"Ah-ha-ha! Speaking of which, where is he? Didn't he and Toph follow us back here?"

"He's probably apologizing to Malina," Katara huffed annoyingly as she pulled her coat over her head and put it down on her bed.

"Maybe you shouldn't be so harsh towards her."

The waterbender slightly cold-shouldered him after that by staring at the wall to her right.

"I'm not one to judge, especially since I don't know Malina so well as a person. But judging by what I heard from her speech at the festival this evening, I believe that she isn't the bad guy over here," Aang attempted to persuade Katara as he gently grabbed her shoulder. This kind of attitude of hers didn't seem strange to the airbender, because he remembered quite well when she'd been just as vicious towards a good friend of theirs as she was now towards her father's new love.

"I need to think about it," she sighed, ensuing a longer pause.

"Hey.. maybe we should go do something together tomorrow? You know, so you could get your mind off of it while your dad recovers?" the airbender offered, receiving a shrug for a reply from the waterbender.

"Why don't we go teach Siku and Sura in the morning? Together with Master Pakku. He asked me to be his guest of honour," Aang suggested.

"Hmm.. he told me the same thing. He's been having trouble with those two little ones. It's almost like they're afraid to show their waterbending to us."

"Soooo.. I take it that's a 'yes'?" Aang asked one more time, flashing his grey eyes, which merely made Katara giggle.

"It's a 'yes'. I think it's a good idea," she agreed and kissed him on the cheek, then lay down to tuck herself in and unintentionally turned her back towards him. Once she'd settled down, Aang climbed closer to her on the bed, leaned down near her face and kissed her on the cheek, too.

"Good night, sweetie!" he whispered into her ear before going to his own bed. Katara smiled.

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I saudade him and everything that has to do with him, everyday! From the minute I saw him put his glasses on and open his mouth to speak, I felt comfortable and safe. I was instantly attracted to him, and i will never forget that feeling, a warmth in my heart. It was exciting, even the way we met so unexpectedly like the work of god or the universe at that exact moment in time. I gave him a chance, and i don’t know why i just felt like i had too. I definitely feel like our souls have crossed paths in another life, and it was perfect their as well. Out of billions of people in the world i found him, so randomly and to me that’s so beautiful. He is my soul mate. He loved me even though I am black, Muslim, come from a super strict family, and that I live thousands and thousands of miles away from him (all of which have very negative connotations). Vanilla guy and chocolate girl, its nice to see that it’s becoming a lot more common around the world! I am so honoured I was the first girl to meet ur family and I hope you know that I love all of them. Yeah I haven’t known them for years and have only spent like 3 days in their presences but I Iove them jimmy. Your mother is so special to me she is my R! But just know I will always be there for her, ok! if anything happens. For all of you! After the first month…nah even the first two weeks of talking to him I knew I loved him, he was so fucking special how couldn’t I..he was/is everything I love in a partner. I loved our first encounter we were so nervous and scared in person and our first awks kiss and every kiss I ever gave him after that and every hug <3 and I loved when he got on one knee (well i forced him too haha) and gave me nala (as we were both wearing nothing) and asked me to be his gf <3 haha we were crazy. I even loved the way i told him i loved him at Stonebridge park on our 10 mins walk to the train-station. That was the first time he knew how strict my parents were..something i never wanted him to know because i knew it would be so fucking difficult and we’d break up over their opinion one day. It was not the most romantic place to say i love you, (i mean i was in tears and freaking out) but it just came out, but when he ran back up towards me and surprised me as i was waiting for the train in tears, i will never forget when he said he loved me too and wished he said it first and was feeling that way for a long time.

He’s is my best friend, and i pray he’ll always be there for me as my best friend even if we aren’t together. He is the only man that has ever wanted to know everything about me, and that i was completely open to sharing who i am really am and that’s so special…no one has ever care about me that much. You know I’m not the type of girl that dates a lot or wants to fuck around. I’m a one man type of girl. And I miss him, and I want to tell him im sorry if he is hurting i don’t know if he is. I don’t know how he is feeling, he is very good at hiding. So he can be very mysterious in that way, and i love that in men. But if you are hurting in anyway, I’m so sorry, and I wish I could take all your pain away and suffer for you. It might sound crazy ok but i’d die for you and I would love you in sickness and in health. I really pictured one day being Mrs. Jimmy, it would have been a dream come true for me because you are all i’ve ever dreamed about and want. And you’ll forever be so special to me. I might not be with you, but my heart still cares deeply for you. So my long essay below is just a little bit of what I love about you Jimmy, and I wish I told all of this to you in person to your face when I had the chance. I wish I told you I loved you every day and I wish you could feel how much I truly meant it.

First off jimmy is hilarious seriously soooo funny and gets my weird sense of humor. He’s tall (yeah i’m finally admitting he’s tall) 😂 and smart as fuck! I’ve learnt so much from him. He is so nerdy (actually smexy) in the cutest way, and he’s not like any guy his age which is honestly the best thank god! He respects women so much <3 Love that he rates things, and researches so deeply about everything he purchases. Haha and the way he explains it to me a thousand times…and even though I don’t really care, I just love to listen to how happy he is when he explains it and I could listen to him for an eternity. I love watching his nerdy youtube video about tv shows, and his ‘how to become a better public speaker’ youtube videos. He always trying to learn something and better himself and it’s amazing to see him grow. I love that we have the same tastes in tv shows and movies (kinda..i guess i like romance a bit more haha) <3 and that he watched chewing gum with me even though i forced him to, but he secretly liked it. It was times like those that i miss! the simpler times. Oh and i’d watch tv shows he liked..honestly i loved the crown, i still have to finish up the last 3 episodes..wish it was with him but at least he watched it with his mama. It was a very educational tv show, and i do love it.

I love that he’s paranoid, and scared to try new things. But he eventually tries new things it just takes a while and he has too be very cautious (not like me haha). I love that he’s the only person i’ve ever met that brushes his teeth after lunch and not after breakfast. He’s a good texter, actually the best! And probably the only person that understand my fucked up texts because they never make sense. He’s so mature, understanding, and really cares about everything. I love looking at him when he doesn’t know i am (which is a lot), he’s a masterpiece and every movement of his face and body is truly a work of art. His soul is so pure, like his mother’s and father’s and brother’s. I love his huge personality, his lips, eyes, beard, hair, chest, arms, stomach, toes, legs everything about him is so beautifully gorgeous. I LOVE HIS MANHOOD, in all its stages, it is so PERFECT!!! I have no regrets about anything! I love how he naturally smells, it is soo nice and I feel like I’ve imprinted on him like a wolf. I can’t get his smell out of my mind (sounds weird but it’s true). I love how he tastes :D and I love his hips, even though he doesn’t I do. I love that he trusts me with scissors if you know what I mean you really have too trust a person too do that, and i love giving him massages and receiving them from him. I love that i know he would never hit me or lay a finger on me, he is just so gentle and loving. I love that he makes me want to dress sexier and look sexy for him, because his opinion is the only thing I cared about. I love feeling him grow under his pants and I love that look I give him when I want to rip his clothes off and he tells me to stop looking at him in that way.

I love love love that he’s Portuguese 😍 and I love his accent so much. It was such a huge turn on for me, the main reason i was so intrigued with him in the beginning. As well as his low sexy voice. I love his culture, and country and i loved learning more and more about it from him. Love when he says things wrong in English, but that I never correct him coz I understand him 10000%. I love giving him Hickeys on his neck and I love that he calls them hiccups. I love that he called muscles..muskuls haha so fucking cute. I love giving him head massages on the train and when he’s driving (anywhere really) just running my fingers through his hair. I love biting his beautiful sexy neck and his ear and whispering all the things I want to do to him. I love messing with his nipples, haha he hates it. I loved biting his chin just a little, even though it hurt him a bit he always got mad…I stopped doing it eventually coz my baby (ex baby) said it hurt a lot and I never wanted him to feel any pain. I love that he always tried his best to make me laugh when I was feeling down. And that he always told me everything was going to be ok. I love that he still stays with simba after all these years and isn’t afraid to say he has a stuff animal, so manly and now he has sabrina protecting him. Love the way he sleeps with one leg in and out of the covers and also when I try to wake him up in the morning, but he always finds a finds a way to cuddle me and get me back to bed and all quiet. Love making sure he’s ok in life and that he tells me, and trusts me when things are not going so well because he knows im always there for him. I love that he never likes to waste food, and he always finishes mine. I love that he used to hate when I would ask strangers for help, most of the time I did it just to piss him off haha. I love how happy we were when we went to a costa and that we would both never step foot into a starbucks. I love how competitive we are with each other. I love that he loves soup and I wanted so badly to learn how to cook all his favourite dishes, especially from his mother so I could make it for him. I love how he is with buckbeak, coz i pictured our future pets and how happy he’d be with them. I love that one piece of hair that always falls on his forehead and how annoyed he’d get about it.

I Loved watching him drive and I loved going to the beach with him and annoying him, i could go everyday!! Love that his mums his real bff ❤ Love that he always tries to think positively, even though it’s easier to think negatively. I love the way he dances (it’s so bad, but he tries so hard it is so cute) and that he sings along to every song even if he doesn’t know all the words. And I love when he puts a show on for me, because those dance moves are one of a kind. I love the way he would grab me sometimes when another man looked at me, he was claiming his territory but he didn’t need to because no man could ever replace him. I love that he would make sure that I’m well fed, coz I don’t eat that well sometimes… and the way he chews his food so loudly. The way he helps out around the kitchen and house and can cook a little. I love that I know he’d NEVER EVER cheat and I trusted him 100000%, he’s not that kind of man. I love flirting with him, the way he sounds when he wants to U know. I loved making him feel relieved and I know I would never get tired of seeing him happy and relieved, if you know what i mean :D Also love when he bits his lips, and the vein’s he has on the back of his arms. I love all the little black freckles around his body and the little chest hair he has. I love that he thinks he’s getting bald but that i’ve prayed he wouldn’t and believe he wont…even if he does i’d kiss that bold head every fucking day.

I love us as sabrina and Alex!!! I loved that he used to tell me he loved my lips the natural color they were..no one has ever told me that. I love that whenever i first saw him..i’d put so much make-up and he’d hate it and after that i’d just do my eyebrows and i felt beautiful in my own skin and he didn’t mind. I love his presence and the way he touches my body so softly, also the way he hugs me. Our naked cuddles, and fuck me he was getting so good at his oral game just needed a bit more practice. Love the feel of his kissing my neck, Honestly he turns me on so much, and turns me into a sex crazy maniac which is cool. God he has the most perfect ass, so juicy i love it. I love that he’s not afraid to try the craziest things with me everywhere and anywhere. I love the little moments we had in person, like laughing on the train or on a walking tour..gosh i miss those moments they were so full of pure love. I love that i know which side of his face he thinks is the sexy side and which one he thinks is the nerdy side, but to me both sides make up the face the most handsome guy i know. I love the little black dot he has behind on of his ears. I love the way he would grab my hand when we are walking or puts his hands on my hips to guide me through a crowd of people. I love his dry lips. I love that he traveled to see me 4 times! Best parts of my university and I can’t wait to tell my grandchildren about our adventures with my first love. He’d always get mad when I lost something, but he always looked so damn cute, or the way he triple checks everything when he travels. I love that he would sometimes just laugh at my clumsiness, because he knew I just can’t help it. I love that he has goals in life, and wants to be super successful. I love that even tho I sometimes feel super insecure about the beautiful females around the world that he could be with, he always reassured me that he was mine… was is the key word 😔 It’s ok though i’m hopeful everyone of my friends…even his beautiful mum and mum’s best friend all believe we might have a second chance (hope then it lasts, i believe it will). Don’t know if its gonna be in a year or two or even when we are 60 but i know in the back of my mind as life goes on i’ll always be hoping for that day to come.

I love how childish he is, and he isn’t afraid to be. I love that he can put up with my craziness haha. I love his sharp teeth, and I love how cute he looked as a baby so fucking adorable and he knows it. I love that he’s the first person that has gotten me to look at the world differently (and i know he has learnt a lot form me as well), and he always pushes me to do better because he believes in me the same way i believe in him. I hope i made him him that he is destined for greatness. I love that he used to hate when i said nevermind, but i’d eventually let me know haha he hates that word. Jimmy is just so strong mentality and i admire him for that. I love how happy and in the zone he gets when he plays the PS4 😂 she’ll always be his mistress. I love how he taught me to keep happy aspects in life to your loved ones and closets friends only and not to share it to the world. I love that when I want to try super crazy things, that I might regret, he doesn’t tell me not to do it he just talks to me and always gets me to reason. I love that even though his friends said they would never date a black girl he did and didn’t give a shit. You could say he’s a rebel. I love when he talks to strangers and when he’s nervous but confident at the same time. I love how perfectly our bodies mesh together when we spoon. I love how his face brightened up every time I snuck back into bed at 2am in the morning, and he’d open up the covers for me and he’d just cuddle me and hold me close and we’d fall asleep so quickly. I love that he respected me while I was fasting, and he even respected my sister when she was. I honestly did believe we could live in a household together as one with two different religions, I never cared. I just love him for who he is…it most mostly for my families sake really. Whatever doesn’t matter now i guess. I love that we’d dance in the kitchen when we were doing chores together. I loved that we both surprised each other with our skills when we did activities, because theirs still a lot we never go to do together. I love the face he makes when he’s concentrating and that I always need to tell him to relax it. I love that “back straight” always rings in my head even when he’s not around. I love that I’m able to tell him almost everything, and he would listen and be there for me and would never judge me. I love how generous he is, and that he gives to charity even tho he doesn’t have much. I love how humble he is, he’s not cocky (well maybe just a bit haha). I love the way he looks at him himself in the mirror and is like yup I’m so fresh and handsome (coz he really is). I love that since the time we have been dating his sense of style has improved so much. I love when he tries to impersonate accents and acts out characters, like his stupid British accent. I love how goofy he is, and when we plays sports he’s so good at everything. Gosh it’s such a turn on. I love when he watches football and changes his team on that OSM app like a beautiful kid on Abby every day. I love when he tries to explain something to me 1000% times, even though I mostly know what he is talking about I just like it when he says it again and again he gets frustrated poor thing. I loved that he saw a future of us together, and boy was it amazing. I loved watching him put on some music and clean up his dishes after dinner, he always used to take his sweet time. I love the voice he makes when he’s like “your my gf and i’m your bf and we’re bf and gf and we’re special”. I loved studying with him through skype, he really did help me stay focus. It was nice to see his beautiful face on the side of my screen. I love when some rare nights we’d stay up on whatsapp call and talk suer late and then he’d just fall asleep with the call still going and i’d hear his beautiful breaths. I love that he takes a bite of a burger and then eats some fries and then back to the burger…like who does that? haha. Also i actually love that checked shirt i told him i hated, i’ve never missed it so much.

I love that he tried with my family and siblings the much he could, he was so beautifully kind even though my family is just so difficult. But it they were lucky enough to get to know him, they would love him just as much as i do. I love/don’t love when he cries..but can honestly tell whether it’s happy or sad tears…he just rubs his eyes a lot under his cute glasses. He’s sometimes insecure about his glasses and has to take them off during the day…even tho poor thing can’t see so well. But i love him with and without his glasses. Love that he is afraid of anything touching his beautiful brown eyes, but i still think he should get laser eye surgery (but i respect that is he afraid, i’d hold his hand if he ever got it..i’d be right by his side and i’d take care of him after). I love that he loves man bracelets, they are sexy as fuck but I never got him any and I wish I did. I love that he’s competitive, and always wants to learn and improve in all aspects of his life. I love love love that he loves to travel and explore (like me) and that he loved going on free walking tours and museums like the beautiful nerd he is..turned me into one 😂 love when he answers questions In a crowd and the way his face lights up when people are interested in him being Portuguese. I love his stiff hand gestures and that movements his hand makes when he’s nervous. I think i’m the only one that has notice how stiff he is, love teaching him to loosen up and use his shoulders (he was trying :D). I love that all my friends said he was the perfect bf, and that i should never let him go. They said we looked happy and perfect together. I love that when I was at home by myself scared, he’d call me and let me listen to the the noise of his family so my home felt full. I love when he’d let me creep on Skype just because I asked. I love that he cares so much that he cared enough to proof read my boring essays, and correct me. Like however, haha just joking…I also loved living with him, it was amazing he is the perfect living partner and i was getting used to it!! I love that as much as i tried, we’d always end up (after cuddling) facing the opposite directions to sleep. Like i did try, guess i just gave up haha coz no matter what side of the bed i slept he would always face the other way. I love that we have a hell of a lot of common interests yet we are still so different. I love that he accepted me for all that I am he is. I am sorry if you felt like i wanted too change you, i don’t i love you..but i guess my family really messing everything up huh. I love that he tried so hard when I said I didn’t feel enough panda from him, but the next time we were together he made sure he damn well was an amazing panda and I never complained. You see he’s a good learner, i’d give him an A++, because I could tell he was really trying and i felt so much love from him. I love when he occasionally randomly told me i was beautiful, it made me feel so good inside yo. Or when he told me he liked my hair a certain way or he liked what i was wearing. I love when he surprises me, because i love surprises and i don’t get them that often <3 love that he has soft hands, coz he’s a king and never does the dirty work. loved that he always gets so tired poor thing, when he used to sleep on the train and lay his head on my shoulder like a big beautiful baby. I loved watching him laugh so hard on the dinner table with his fam bam <3 He has the most perfect smile, and i loved making him laugh so much his eyes would disappear and his smile would get so big sometimes he would laugh so much he’d tear up haha. And i loved staring at him when he was never looking, i did it a lot. Or when he was checking out other girls, he was so bad at hiding it but i didn’t mind it was a fun game i played with myself. He looked at asses more than anything, thank god i have an okay one. But we were cool, i didn’t never cared that he watched adult videos, some girls do care.. but heck its life i never got pissed it was cool. Actually i love how open and loving our communication was about everything, i think we managed to build amazing communication skills. Plus i loved how he would never understand why i hated going through instructions, so he’d help me out once in a while..he’d get a bit angry haha. Also how he would always have something smart to say about my amazing/right theories, like you should never update ur old computer or phone coz it slows it down. Huge companies are evil like that and that’s just companies way of messing up your devices so you buy their new products..BOOM facts (mic drop ooooo). Loved how he never ever fucking listened to me about drinking hot water with lemon, honey, and ginger when he was sick or using an old t-shirt to dry his hair because towels pull hair out. He is so hard headed, but i love him man. I love him in all his moods and his good and bad days, i still love him. I love that he always managed to say the right things when i’m mad at him about some stupid thing. And i love that when he actually apologises, its so genuine and i can feel his love. I can never stay mad at him, i just can’t.

I love the way he speaks and bonds with his family, and the way he shows them so much love and kindness. I want my future family to be just like his! I love play fighting with him and making him fall off the bed. Because we all know i’m the WWE champ, he kinda sucks haha. I love watching him drink his cafe latte and eat a donut. And the face he makes when food tastes so good. I love annoying the shit out of him and being too hype, coz he gets all happy even tho he says he doesn’t like it (he does, because secretly I know). I love his great memory, and the chicklip, forlip, liplip, noselip all the lips he gave me and he liked mine too mianly the chicklip he liked them more than kisses haha what a weirdo. I love that he’s not afraid to be different and doesn’t care what people think. He really doesn’t care what people think. I LOVE Nala, Stuart, Simba, and Sabrina we were the most perfect family ❤ I love how hardworking he is and that he always gives the best advice. I love that he always wants to make others happy, and that he hated seeing me cry.I love that sometimes he doubts himself especially with his degree and sometimes his work ability, but i just want him to know i truly believe in him. And i know he can do anything in this world he sets his mind too. Love that i’m the only one that can call him jimmy fucking neutron haha.

I love that even when we argued and I was a dick who always had a problem with him..he wouldn’t say anything mean to me or argue and he tried so hard not to be like me.. so I wouldn’t see that side of him. He is always so beautifully positive <3 I love that I know he’d be the greatest father on planet earth in the future, and boy was I lucky to even be considered to have had a future of raising kids with him. I mean those golden genes are so beautiful <3 but it’s just the person he is..his future kids will have the worlds greatest father! I love that he thinks his hair is blonde when it really isn’t, ok fine it has a little blonde but he’s a brunette my favorite kind <3 I love how he is with my friends, I love that he doesn’t judge anyone for who they are. I love the look he gives me when you know, and the noise he makes you know. I loved those times we’d just laugh so hard in the middle of “you know” haha i was just so comfortable with him..i love him. I love how happy we both got every time we’d see each other in person (actually he got mad 2 times we saw each other coz my stupid ass was late but he got over it fast) And how happy we where when we counted down the days..like T-6 day! I love the weird faces he makes when he dances they are just so creepy. I love when he picks his monkeys and does it anyway even tho it’s super gross, but he’s comfortable enough too do that in front of me..it’s still nasty. I love watching him workout and get all sweaty. I love that he texted me everyday and night and that that alone would put the biggest smile on my face. I love our night time whatapp calls, fuck i could talk to him all night. Also that he waited a year and a half for me, he never pressured me to do anything I didn’t want to do!! If that is not a man you should never let go of then I don’t know who is. He is so polite and is honestly the best male in the world no one compares to him, not even one bit. I am so blessed he’s in my life, even he is a friend right now because I love how he’s helped me grow as a person and has taught me so much and will continue too. He truly has a bright and beautiful soul. And I will always, without a doubt, love this man and all that he is forever! I just loved that he tried his best with me, as much as he could. He is my home, where ever he is i’m 100% comfortable and safe and happy. I could go on and on about the millions of things I love about him (seriously this is nothing). We have had a beautiful experience together..and If you didn’t already know this jimmy, i love you from the top of our big ass combined foreheads to the bottom! Always and forever. I think now i’ve said my peace with everything, more like wrote my peace haha (bad joke) lol…but at least one day he might read all of this and know. I have so many unforgettable memories i share with him that are so beautiful, but i’m hopeful for what the future has in store for the both of us. I don’t think our beautiful story is over just yet. It’s just came in the wrong time for now but our time will come again, i know it will, if your open too it (coz hell too the fuck yes i am). Thank you for everything, it was the biggest honor being your gf even if it was cut short. I only wish you good fortune and pure happiness for the many years to come. And no matter where life takes you i will always be there for you and so will my guardian angel, you can always count on me and her haha. It’s the least i could do for all the happiness and love you brought into my life all those months. My one regret was not saying all of this in person, but at least now i’ve written a little bit of how a feel and have always felt about you. There’s still much so fucking i could write, but i think the word count on this essay has come to a max ;D you know me and my essays haha i always have a lot too say! I love you! I sometimes wonder what would have said about me, haha just a thought i guess.

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